On this particular race day, ten kids ranging in age from eight to 15 were lined up waiting for the start of our neighborhood bike race. Some were perched upon slick ten speeds, others like me, astride our three-speed, banana seat, Sting-ray, raring to go. When you grow up in Indianapolis, racing must be in your blood, because every May we would hold a bike race around our loop of a subdivision. Five laps to determine the supreme bicycling champion of Delaware Trails.
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