Going…
Going…
Gone…
The grandma races to her final destination
Goggles on
Scarf flapping desperately against the wind
She rides
With a wide smile spread across her face
The grandma lets out a delighted laugh
Basking in her new found freedom
Her feet frantically pedaling
She feels each bump as they hit the tires
But nothing will stop her crazed flight
Ignoring the signs warning to turn back
She begins
Swerving…
Turning…
Falling…
The grandma rides until there is no road left
And she is
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