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Glenn climbed into the cargo bed of his white Chevrolet Silverado, and examined his light blue bike to make sure the tires still had enough pressure in them. He hadn’t ridden his bike in a couple of weeks, but he had kept his bike and helmet in the cargo bed for convenience. He squeezed the tires, decided they had enough pressure in them, then got into the driver’s seat and drove over to Klakston Park. Julie, who had just arrived at Klakston park, buckled her purple helmet, adjusted the strap, then put a foot on her skateboard and took off down a mild concaving slope. Just after she skated up a similar slope and stopped on its flat top, she saw a white pickup pull up. She took a close look at the windshield and saw Glenn inside. “Hey, Glenn!” Julie shouted as she waved. Glenn opened the door and peeked his head out. “Hey, Julie!” Glenn shouted before he jumped out of the truck, closed the door, and locked it. “My bike’s in the back of the truck.” After Glenn got his bike out and