Its probably june or july 2009. Me and parts of my family have been biking around parts of a beautiful summer lake, and parts of it by cho-cho train ending up where we started.
My father and I decides to take our bikes home instead of the others taking the car. (summa: dinner upon arrival home). Dad is still stronger than me, knowing more of the trails and hills than i do. The sun is really low on the sky, just the good side of the warmness of it. I get really angry in the steep hills, on a bike from the 30's or earlier. A part of me knows, this could be the last time in life my fathers got more strenght than me, i knew it already there. You get closer.
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great msg for me, thanks a lot dude˙﹏˙
Emil dina skildringar är stora och varma.
What a beautiful message!
"We must love people like no tomorrow. Because if you stop to think, there's really not!" (Renato Russo)
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