Chapter 176

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It was now a few days after the new year. The year was now 1966. None of them had seen each other since December 31st.

By now, they were all doing different things and had taken a few days off. After three days of not seeing each other.

On January fourth, Paul called everyone and got them all together so they could go biking that morning to get back into their regular routine. After about thirty minutes, they all met at a different spot than usual so they could change up their routine.

Ringo was the first to show and was leaning against his bike, smoking a cigarette as he saw George riding up.

"Ey Geo. Good to see you."

George smiled as he came to a halt but stayed on his bike. "Same with you. Been a little bit."
"Only four days. It wasn't a long time."

"It is in my mind. So, I take it the other two didn't show?"

"Not yet. My guess is, John slept in and Paul's yelling at him right now to wake up. Same routine for when he sleeps in. Paul yells at him, Paul startles him and immediately wakes up, he yells back at Paul, Paul leaves so he could get dressed, once dressed, he leaves his room, gets his son from his room, brings him downstairs, Paul drives him to Mimi's so he could drop off his kid, then he takes him wherever he needs to be."

"Or they could be riding up right now."

Ringo shot his head up and saw the two riding up together. Then, they both stopped right in front of Ringo and George.

"Ey everyone."

"So, can I ask a question?" Ringo asked.

"Why we rode here together? We met along the way. He never woke me up. I woke meself, thank you." John said smiling. "Now, are you ready to go?"

"If ye say so. So, what's the routine now?"

"Okay. So, our starting street is Breck Rd." Paul said pointing over to a street that was righ in front of them. "Then, we'll go a little ways until we get to Utting Ave. Then, we'll go left to Arkles Ln. and continue until we hit the Stanley Park and Garden. That's our stopping point."

"How do you come up with these routes anyways?" John asked.

"I scope out the areas when I go jogging. Each routes I make up are actually my jogging routes."

"Oh. Makes sense."

"Now, is everyone ready to go?"

"I guess so." John said as he started riding first.

"So, John, ever wanna try jogging again?" Ringo asked, riding right beside him.

"In another 25 years I might."

"When yer 50?"

"Yeh."

"Ye'd die of a heart attack."

"No I won't. I have a strong heart."

Paul spoke up. "John, tomorrow, come running with me."

"No. I'll die."

"No you won't. Since ye've been biking, you might be able to start running without falling to the concrete. Why don't you give running another shot?"

John thought about it for a second.

"Alright. I'll give it a shot again. But, if I end up dying, yer not bringing me back just so I can jog again."

"Okay. I'll bring you back because I love you so much."

John rolled his eyes. "Oh whatever. I bet the first chance you get, ye'd kill me right?"

"Well, if you annoy me too much I will."

John made a face at Paul.

"John, watch the sidewalk, not me!"

He looked forward again and swerved his bike, nearly falling before he caught his footing.

"Stop getting distracted."

John took his hands off his bike and started riding without his hands.

"Ugh, what are we going to do with you? Stop showing off."

"Im not showing off."

"Oh really? Would you ride like that in yer own neighborhood?"

"Yes. I just don't because I live next to a street."

John, you ARE next to a street right now."

"Oh yeh. So I am. How do ye like that?"

"Put yer hands back on the handle bars before you break yer arm."

"Or run into a pole." George said.

"Ey. That's not going to happen."

"It won't if you ride properly."

"It won't happen at all."

"What if I kicked you off yer bike again?" Paul asked.



So, I just realized that one of my previous chapters never published and is still in the draft! Should I publish it?

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