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This is the view from where I was sitting as I rode home from the city. You can see Aaron and my mother a short distance ahead of me. We live about 2.5km from Brisbane's CBD and there is a beautiful bike path along the river. I couldn't help thinking how old the bike looked. Its rusty all over, the bell doesn't work, and the stand is gone but it is being used more now than when I had it 15 years ago. My university is in the city and occasionally, I did ride my bike in but that didn't happen often once I got my driver's license and a permanent parking space at an uncle's apartment block.
Now, with fuel prices they way they are and parking spaces unaffordable, my parents ride into the city each week for their clogging lessons at the Senior Citizen's center. My father rides my brother's bike and my mother rides mine. It doesn't matter that both bikes are more than 15 years old or that their helmets are also a few years too old to be fashionable. Nobody cares. All that matters is that they really enjoy the ride and the bikes are finally being used as they were meant to be.