As if the sore bum wasn’t bad enough, bikes rust out here. Well, everything rusts out here…but bikes get it about as bad as anything. The salty, humid air combines with the regular breeze to keep a corrosive mix regularly in the air. We’ll try to take care of them, but we’re told it will only be a matter of weeks before it begins (literally). The bikes aren’t all bad though. I can already feel my kiester muscles waking up from more than a decade of slumber. And as you can see, your bike can be a statement too (like a beacon of freedom shining in a land of oppression). Though we don’t have one yet, most folks have hitched trailers to carry large items like scuba gear and beach accessories. For now, I’ll have to be content with my rockin’ basket.
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