Blood ties and recumbent trike highs
Jan 06, 2022
3 minutes
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There I was, abandoned. I had flown 5,160 miles to see them, to end up alone. I think the perils of taking your extended family for a day out to a recumbent trike shop should be more widely publicised.
There was nothing I could do. I hadn’t brought my trike with me to the surfing Worlds, baggage allowance and boot space being the scourge of the disabled multi-sport athlete.
I had decided to get over my jet lag
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