wheel ….

I took care of my wheel as one would look after a Rolls Royce.  If it needed repairs I always brought it to the same shop on Myrtle Avenue run by a negro named Ed Perry.  He handled the bike with kid gloves, you might say.  He would always see to it that neither front nor back wheel wobbled.  Often he would do a job for me without pay, because, as he put it, he never saw a man so in love with his bike as I was.  ~Henry Miller, My Bike and Other Friends

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