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Dan Ink’s guided bicycle tour of the Wimbledon neighborhood continued to follow the turn right at every intersection “simple maze” pattern as he led his neighbor Connie Lehn, her daughter Samantha, and Connie’s father Cal down every street in the just north of Menlo Manner subdivision in order to show his elder and younger riding companions a low key, enjoyable place to cycle that was easily accessed from their home at the bottom of Gareth Court.

After leading his troop through 15 right turns within Wimbledon, stopping at the Wimbledon Clubhouse for a quick detour, passing the retention pond on the north side of Coorsdale Drive, climbing the short hill, then continuing just past the tennis courts on their right, the quartet arrived at Agassi Court where Dan once again shouted to 11-year-old Samantha, “Right turn, Sam-I-Am,” as they made their way northward up Agassi.

“Sam I am?” Samantha shouted back as she signaled a right turn and headed north up Agassi, “Grampa! That’s supposed to be your name for me!”

“You’ll have to talk to Theodore,” Cal replied with a laugh, “he’s the one who wrote the book.”

“Theodore?!” Sam exclaimed. “Green Eggs and Ham is a Doctor Seuss book! Who’s Theodore?”

“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” Dan shouted, raising his right hand in the air, and waving it, “I know! I know! Theodore Geisel is Dr. Seuss’ real name!”

“And his full name was Theodore Seuss Geisel,” Connie added, “like my friend Audrey June back in Bloomington.”

“Oh, yeah!” Cal said, “I remember Audrey June. She moved to DC? Realtor, right?”

“Correct, but now she lives in Kurr Beach. You’ve met Audrey June, Sammy. We’ve had dinner with her and her husband.”

“Oh yeah. Her name’s the same as Dr. Seuss?”

“Almost, it was Gisela,” Connie replied, “and she hyphenated her name and added Forshey when she got married.”

“I think Agassi Court is fascinating,” Dan said as they started down the hill. “It’d be really interesting to see how many builders were involved in the construction of the houses in Wimbledon. Agassi has another court beyond a court and at the bottom we can get a quick peak of their other nice retention pond; nice like the one we just passed, not like the boring ones in Menlo,” as they zipped down the hill and arrived at the first court which turned out not to be a cul-de-sac just as Dan had said.

“This is different,” Connie said as the road narrowed substantially and the houses at the bottom had greater size disparity.

“But wait till we get down almost to the bottom. The view of the pond for these houses has got to be great,” as he led them to the dead-end road that was neither a true circle nor a simple rectangle but rather a combination of the two.