We dragged my parents down to Bend for a bit of sight-seeing and play, though until I spied these bikes, I didn’t know what form that would take.
Why am I so charmed by these 1-speed bike limos? It’s probably because I was enchanted preemptively by Old Mill area, with all it’s parks and the Deschutes running through it. We chugged our way over bridges and through tunnels and over Wesley’s whining. And Mom/Grandma sprang for ice cream afterward.
Does Wesley look like a boy who’d whine? Yes. Yes, he does.
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