And again, I damn near ain't never! Many got left behind and retrieved in the bed of dad's truck, though. That was back when you knew it would still be there when you got back to it.
When I had a paper route, I was rather hard on bicycles (I went through at least 8 of them). I ended up carrying my bicycle more times than not (when you bend a wheel, you cant even drag it). Since I lived out in the country and my route was on the outskirts of town (just include the city limits), when the bike broke down I not only had to carry the bike from where it broke down (plus all the newspapers) and finish my route, but I had to carry it back home as well (grrr!!). I learned quickly that if I cut through the old mine, and used the rocky, narrow irrigation ditch trail, I could shorten my walk home by nearly a mile (as compared to staying on the roads). It's no wonder I was a buff kid.
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