Zombie Co-Pilot and Other Tales My first bicycle ride was on a rusty Schwinn single-speed that I found abandoned in a neighbor's vacant lot. The old bike was lying at the top of a gentle slope that led to the street in front of my childhood home. I was about 12 years old. I straddled the bike and pushed off -- and suddenly, my life changed -- I could fly! From that first adventure to my ride yesterday, nearly 60 years later, I have been seeking adventure on two wheels. The chronicles in this collection are some of my favorites

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