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| March 2014, Lucern, Switzerland |
Everywhere I looked there was a bike, parked or in motion. The ones in motion usually had a person motioning for you to get out of the way, and you would just barely step out of the way. Saved from another bike-person collision, win.
Purple, pink, grey, blue, it doesn't matter the colour of the bike because the only thing that mattered is if it got you from point A to point B, and they usually do.
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