May
1
2013
No Hands
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I thought I was seeing things.
The car was coming down the opposite side of the road.
The man, driving the car, had no hands on the steering wheel.
His hands were above his head.
It reminded me of my bike.
I loved my purple bike.
It was a step above my old bike with the basket in the front and the bell on the handlebars.
It was a girl’s bike…when all the boys had banana seat bikes with tall handlebars.