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Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column riding no-handed on the bicycle of life.

We had a very philosophical moment the other day, watching a gentleman cruise down the street in Frisco – no-handed, leaning back on the bike and watching the world going on as he cruised by.

Not being the avid bike riders most of our readers are, we don’t have much cause to think about no-handed bike-riding much. We would ride our bikes more, but for the flashbacks from a certain incident that left us screaming like a schoolgirl. That, and our insurance company keeps strict accounting of the number of activities in which we engage that also require helmets. They started declining us coverage once the list hit skiing, funny car drag-racing and human cannonballing.

Anyway, we thought back to our childhoods, when all we could think about was mastering bicycle control enough that we, too, like the older kids on the block, could ride around the neighborhood on our Schwinn with our hands free. Why that seemed important, we can’t really recall. Probably so we could point at the kids who fell on their heads trying ride no-handed and laugh.

But it occurred to us that riding no-handed on the bicycle of life might just be an admirable philosophy of life, in a way. Oh, to be master of our little corner of the universe. Oh, to have our hands free to wave to friends or scratch behind our ear as we pedal through life’s travails. Oh, to sit back, relax and be able to pretend in yet another arena of life that we can control the handlebars with our mind.


Jeff Berino has an Angel Alert!! Angel Alert!! for us today. Jeff misplaced his wallet and went crazy trying find it, as any of us would. Unbeknownst to him, he’d left it at Ferrellgas in Frisco, where the honest employees looked him up, called and returned the wallet to him with everything still inside.

We don’t believe we’ve ever been called upon to angelize a gas company, but as long as they promise not to supply those grills down in Hades, we’ll send over some wings and halos.


Friday has arrived right on schedule, like a wheelie-

popping tricycle. We have no idea what that means, but feel free to send your interpretation to, fax at (970) 668-0755 or just tell us we’re full of edible non-technical plant cellulite on the voicemail at (970) 668-3998, ext. 237.

We’re out putting a new kickstand on the bicycle of life.

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