Building a Better PastChapter 3
I loved bicycles. From first learning to ride, back before my parents divorced, until my recycling, bicycles had represented freedom to me. At first it was the freedom to go further than I could walk without having to deal with Seattle’s bus system. Summers would see Dave and me, usually accompanied by the son of one of our parents’ friends, heading out from West Seattle, either down to Alki or across the drawbridge and into downtown. Sometimes we’d catch a ferry across Puget Sound to...