Being the New Girl: An article by

By Fluffy Bunny(user name)
I would see them on the highway and immediately be stung by a pang of envy. Their cars were packed with gear and mountain bikes on racks and I knew they were headed for great adventures. I was missing out.

We used to have a bike gang when we were kids. We’d spend endless summer days outdoors, getting muddy in the woods and pedaling to the corner store for freezies. My adult life just didn’t provide that kind of experience anymore.
It needed to be done, then. I needed a mountain bike.
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Jeff Mayhew
Jeff Mayhew