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Peddling backwards up a steep hill gets me nowhere Instead it ends up with me in a heap at the bottom gasping for air. Shame, I think; the weather could be nice up there.
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Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC
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Peddling backwards up a steep hill gets me nowhere Instead it ends up with me in a heap at the bottom gasping for air. Shame, I think; the weather could be nice up there.
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Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 10:24 AM UTC
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