Something that amazed me when I started to ride was that I could smell everything around me as I passed by. It was great in mid May when the scent of lilacs was heavy. Behind a Waste Management truck in August - not so much.One of the joys of the Fly50 that I little appreciated then was the restricted speed. A slow ride brought the rich smells of fresh cut grass, restaurant fare, and other pleasant aromas right to me where they lingered as I rode by slowly. I don't miss chugging uphill on the Fly at 15 mph, nor the fear that I might get caught by a stray dog, but I do miss those smells that now are all too brief in their pleasure as I zip by.
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