“Or you could jump on the handlebars and we’ll get there twice as quick.” I snorted on a laugh. “You’re kidding, right?” He slung one leg over the seat of his bike and patted the handlebars. “Jump on.” “How?” “Have you never done this before?” “No! Why would I have?” Banjo looked puzzled. “You rich kids are weird. Didn’t you ever ride your bikes around the neighborhood, just for fun?” I couldn’t remember a time where I had ever done that. Uncle Lawson had taught me to ride a bike when I’d been six, but I couldn’t remember riding one much after that time. “No, I guess not.” “Then you’re in for
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