The bike. Always been fascinated by the bike. Do you remember your first one? I don’t. But what I do remember is the independence I got from my first bike. It meant you could go further faster. You didn’t waste as much time to get there. Walking is just so damn slow. It meant that you didn’t have to get dropped off and picked up by mom or dad. You were on your schedule now, not theirs. Just be home before the streetlights came on.

Great responsibility, great danger and great speeds never before attained came with that bike too. You’d think after all those years of practice that crashing would be a thing of my past…it’s not. In the battle between bike and car, it’s rare that bike wins. I’ve got the scars and stories to prove it.

And wow did it freakin’ suck when it got stolen. What a dumb ass. Leaving it unlocked outside the video arcade where I wasn’t supposed to be anyway! Damn was that a long walk home.

Thanks bike. You’re great. I’m still a kid every time I pedal.