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was a classic static pose, one of those occasions when my brother allowed myself to jump to riding his bike to turn. Obviously for me every time it was good to fly with the fantasy, imagine great already putting their hands on the controls on the handlebars and a foot to try to try to put on and take off the first.
The time flew and it shows they are beyond the multitude of my brother's bike, which had not hung up his helmet (anzi..), Although some movement of the undersigned (in much smaller numbers).
The feelings are always the same, however, for a lifetime, not just grab a dumbbell.
It 's a strange alchemy, something common to us all in the family, which unlike many other instead of football we have ever put before a handle and two wheels. And you? What jumps out of the drawer of memories?
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