
When I finally dismantled the rear wheel, the cape looked like it had been shot with a machine gun. Holes riddled throughout.
We were raking the neighbor's leaves, and Gage ran home to get a drink of water. It's faster to ride back to next door on your bike. I heard a scream and saw his nearly choked to death little face, eyes popping, leaning way back on his bike. I freed him and carried the bike home. Adventures.
Also, please forgive the crummy photos. Our camera is dead, so I have to take pictures with my laptop. Adventures.
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