Somehow, someway, the church came to own a two-seater bicycle in the last week. From what I gather, they got it from a storage container in the Western Bank. Some well-intending soul must have sent the thing years ago, because it’s nearly an antique.
It’s a canary yellow, Schwinn Twinn, in the classic beach-cruiser style with rounded handlebars and huge cushions for seats. And… it’s absolutely amazing.
Kimmie and I took it for a spin yesterday, to our delight and the equal delight of any Lopit bystanders. Kim nearly peed her pants in fright as we cruised down a nearly mile-long, slowly declining track—bumping and weaving our way through huge holes and banks. She was scream-laughing her head off and yelling at me to BRAKE! BRAKE! BRAKE! as we kept gaining speed. No brakes. Hehe! She took to simply beating me on the back in fear and closing her eyes. (It is probably good to point out here that she was on the back of the bicycle.)
Anyway, no one died, but everyone laughed. It was a really, really good day. The things you find yourself doing in this tucked-away little mountain village never cease to amaze me!
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