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The Priest and The Electric Bike
An adventure to the village of Sobriety.
They’d been forecasting cooler weather for days, so I thought I’d be safe cycling a few miles around Missouri, being flattish, and with my new electric bike. I can hear you laughing through the screen as I write this account. Why?
And, of course, you’ll all be right. Not one of my better decisions, as it turned out.
I’ve never been a keen cyclist, but with the invention of electricity, I was sure to reach the pedals of a bike someday, and that day was last week. Finally, in need of light exercise, I paid out my $1000 and brought it home. I kept looking at it for a few days, afraid to use it.
That’s when my problems began. I have too much courage and not enough sense for an old man. Do you want to know what happened? Yeh, of course, anything that puts Harry on his goddamn ass.
I planned my route, deeming it too dangerous to take the main street and marked off the less busy roads. It added about four miles to the original plan, putting my safety first. That surprises you, right? Harry would prefer to avoid taking on metal monsters on the main roads.
Jenny packed up a sandwich and a bottle of water. The GPS averaged seven mph, though, on a couple of practice rides, I got up to twelve mph before…
