#107 The Bike Rider

And the road from scrappy to finessed

Hello lovely people, and happy Thursday! 

Here is a story about a Rider, and is in part inspired by my love of biking. I have always loved biking- one of my earliest memories is getting my bike stolen from our yard by our shitty local neighbor kids (in Germany). Never saw it again. I was like six and my sisters’ was not even stolen, but we had both forgo…