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I have a bike - and there's no freaking way that she'll ride. The last time she was on the back we went to the US Open at Pinehurst. Took us about an hour. Ended up in a parking lot complaining about her legs being locked in position. Wound up helping her off, after hearing the sound of cartiladge spliting, and her swearing that she'll ride again over my dead body. Of course, the redneck in the pick up truck next to us laughing his butt off didn't help! My bike is now solo, no passenger seat. Don't want take the chance.
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