As easy as riding a bike

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 Its incredible how going over the handlebars of a bike takes you back your childhood for a split second, after you hit the ground. The shock and that specific pain of grazing that is only caused by a bike fall has that effect. For a second you forget everything. Its almost exhilarating. The moment blocks out all. Like orgasm.

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