“Unraveling the Secret Bond: What Happened When Two Boys on Bicycles Took the Ride of a Lifetime?”
When I first see the boys, each no more than 12 or 13, with wavy brown and blonde hair flowing from beneath their helmets, I wonder if I’m witnessing a gesture borne of necessity, whether they’ve reached for one another only to steady themselves. But they keep holding hands through one traffic light after another. They keep holding hands even after the lights turn red.
I see the boys the next day, again riding side by side with hands clasped. Their outstretched arms form a rainbow. Fear of discovery, a feature of my youth, is absent from the frame.
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