I have a crush on my bike
It's not a secret or anything-the bike knows. This is only the second bike I've ever owned. My first was a Schwinn Typhoon; teal and white. My mother got it from her then boyfriend. It belonged to his daughter and had been sitting in his garage for years, just gathering dust. I only had it a few months. I was riding it in the park one day and the tire had a blow out. We couldn't afford to get it repaired and I went bike less.
I've been riding the new bike daily. My thoughts are consumed by it. What bike accessories I need to pick up, which bike trail I'll try out next, what name I should give it. Before long, I'll be dressing entirely in spandex and will shave "Viva Lanceā in the back of my head.
Or not.
I've been riding the new bike daily. My thoughts are consumed by it. What bike accessories I need to pick up, which bike trail I'll try out next, what name I should give it. Before long, I'll be dressing entirely in spandex and will shave "Viva Lanceā in the back of my head.
Or not.
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