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My new hometown is full of spokes—bike spokes. There are bikes everywhere: under kids, under commuters, under anyone who doesn’t have a disability tag hanging from a rear-view mirror. And living here might just produce a lulu of a tale, what with my husband being newly retired. He says I am his mid-life crisis, and for the next year he is my personal trainer and chef. I’m confident we will survive his crisis; we’ve been married for a couple dozen years. We have a tween who is still more child than teen (I can hear that clock ticking), a high-schooler with an overly-full load of classes and a driver’s permit, and 2 man-cubs off at college.