



So, those of us that are older reading this can remember those crazy nights that just kinda happen. You laugh a ton and have no purpose but being wild and free. We had one of those nights with our friends at the bike shop recently. We discovered quite a few wheelchairs upstairs in the shop and decided to decorate them and ourselves and race down the hill to the plaza. It was a blast. After the races we ended up having chicken fights with the local kids on our shoulders. I lost my voice from laughing so much and I think we might just have shocked the locals a little. But, so incredibly fun.
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