Dreams of dirt trails, scrapes & bruises

Devaki Murch - Salt Lake City, UT

Dreams of dirt trails, scrapes & bruises

My first bike explains a lot.  It explains the lifelong dreams of dirt trails, scrapes and bruises.  It explains why I have not had a "girly" bike until I was almost 40.  It is a perfect example of my defiance against any training wheels or assistance.  My bike was my primary mode of transportation, and still is.  I was so proud of my first bike.  I loved it.  It was the most beautiful thing in the world.  It the best birthday present ever.  My bike was my vehicle to independence, other bikes have been with me longer then boyfriends, cars, homes, jobs and careers.  My bike is what carried me in the past- and be with me in the future.

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