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Soooooooooo…I was in a bad car wreck a couple years ago. Marianne was driving. Someone pulled out in front of us and we t-boned into them going forty-five. The air bags didn’t deploy. My knee went into the dash so hard my femur punched through my hip socket and came out the back like a fist through drywall. Ouch!

My recovery had pretty much plateaued until Brother From Another Mother got me into e-biking. The thing has an electric motor that kicks in with “pedal assist” if needed—going up hills, for instance. Plus, there’s a twist throttle feature—it can be ridden like a motorcycle. What a blast!

It’s quiet. There’s wind in my hair. There’s speed. On country roads it gives to me what sailing gives at sea.