Life is too short, make memories

Some of my favorite Christmas memories didn’t come in shiny boxes with bows they came on two wheels. I can’t tell you which Christmas it was, or even how old I was, but I can tell you that bikes were a huge part of my childhood. My brother and I received several for Christmas throughout our lives. Those bikes weren’t just toys. They were freedom. Transportation to Gaugy’s house, to friends’ houses, and all over our Fulton neighborhood playing cops and robbers. We rode through the pole yard across the road, wore the tires thin, and stayed gone until the...

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