by Editor Iris Graville
It had been a long time since I’d let out a “Woohoo!” while riding a bike. But twenty years ago, that’s the sound that escaped the first time I pedaled a friend’s electric bicycle up the gravel lane to my house.
Although my rural home in Washington State’s Salish Sea is known as “the flat island,” it has plenty of hills to tax my aging knees and lower b…
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