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Sunday, August 2, 1992
Dad's riding his bike, commenting how he's outside in the fresh air (as a truck drives by throwing a can out the window) with no distractions (as a swarm of bugs surrounds him), nothing but quiet (as dogs snap at him) and a chance to get a feel for the land (as he falls off the bike). He's happy for the opportunity to reflect on things (as he holds his sore rear end). As he gets home, Dad says getting out like that makes the rat race seem ridiculous. Dad tells Mom he's thinking about quitting his job and riding his bicycle all the time. Mom suggests Dad call the bike shop to sponsor his mid-life crisis.
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Ahh. This is the life! Outside in the fresh air. All alone... ..No distractions, no irritations... ..Nothing but quiet and serenity.. Dad..A chance to get a feel for the land... ..The exhilaration of speed... ..The opportunity to reflect on things and let the mind wander... *Sighhh* Getting out like this really makes the rat race seem ridiculous. The weekends just aren't long enough to do what's important. You know, I think I'll quit my job and ride my bicycle all the time. Ok dear, want me to call the bike shop and see if they'll sponsor your mid-life crisis? Yeah. Ask 'em if they'll upgrade my shifters too.