Usual Enough
The town usual enough: it had a creek, a house, and trails climbing up the mountains that I always rode. My brother, my Dad and I did what we do: complained while heaving our bikes up the hill, shot down rocks and flew into gorse bushes.
Trailbuilders heaving and hoeing as they threw the dirt onto the undergrowth and got splashes of water on our faces.
-Doing nothing important.
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