My mom's old bike arrived last week, in a box, to be assembled. Marvin helped. I figured he had 'experience' in this area, considering he studies engineering, is 25, and owned a bike before it was stolen out of his yard last month.
Team work: I unwrapped parts, he assembled parts.
SO EXCITED. Having a bike in Vienna is like owning a superpower. 14 min from my door to the classroom door. Superpower for sure.
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Esther!!! It's the bike from our adventures. I recognized it right away! I remember strapping licorice and cherry's to the back of the sucker and riding for hours. I also remember crashing into each other. Ha.
YES BECCA, it is!! And I had a whole vision of how I could explain to the world that this bike was a 2 passenger bike when I was 12 and that we used walkie-talkies while going through the woods -- HOLY HECK. Realized that it would be so boring to anyone reading it though... Good times. I want to go back and do that again. You coming with me?
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