Dorothy's been wanting a stationary bike for her exercise. With her schedule she can't make the two mile walk with me. Her brother, Bill, goes to auctions on the weekends and Saturday he brought one home for her. It's a snazzy model that keeps track of your speed, distance traveled, and even takes your pulse. Marley, being the enterprising child that she is, charged her brother and sister to ride it. Of course, they just came to grandpa for the fare. All the technical gadgetry doesn't include the song of a meadowlark or the smell of new mown hay, so I'll continue my country walk every day and supplement it with the machine.