Food and Oil
Flash Fiction (Story #1009)
Treat myself to one bottle of champagne a year, a toast to Uncle Matt.
He was obsessed with the Tour de France, wanted me to be a world class bike racer.
Trained me.
Pushed me.
Pushed me too hard, probably, but riding every day was better than most of the alternatives.
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