My Bike

I knew my bicycle was in the old house and that I wanted to get it back. The bicycle had become as much a part of my existence as the clothes I wore to go out. I say to go out, because it represents me, just like clothes. I nurtured the bicycle like a baby, replacing all the worn cables, carefully oiling all the necessary parts, aligning the brakes. Every now and then I stripped …

…lulled by the lazy bobbing of the fresh water floats. Authors Note The bicycle was my best friend, it's what I care the most at that time. During that period of time, everyone had their own bicycle and we ride our bikes to places all over the city. It was with the bike I learnt how to care and treat something I like. It meant heaps to me because it was all I care about. 290734880