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whether a dog cargo three wheeler or a simple get me around if needed feed it my brother in law after having double knee surgery refused to be put down customized four tires over sized for out side and in back had on added holders the left held his fishing rod the right held his shot gun up front two beverage holders both for beer but now as i get older i hear my knees crack feel my feet ache and my back bends primately forward what to look forward to envisioning what my ride might be i see epiphany taking my ride out for an aboriginal vision walk about

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Date: 4/11/2019 7:34:00 AM
Yup. Love it... especially where the end takes me. Getting back on wheels is soul healing for me. A lot of who I have lost and want to find again; I was a courier for twenty years, breathed, ate, slept bike. x
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Jeff Connelly
Date: 4/11/2019 9:01:00 AM
Very cool to know that Maureen. Thanks for sharing... ah that sounds like an AA catch phrase jajaja.
Date: 4/10/2019 9:25:00 PM
Oh, a treat! Love it. Will revisit. G'night! xomo
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Jeff Connelly
Date: 4/10/2019 9:37:00 PM
Good night Maureen, and thank you.

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