that glorious blue and rusted frame that I had seen in the pictures
online? Right then the woman wheeled it out from the garage, and I
immediately fell deeper in love. I couldn't wait to set myself on its
ripped seat (which has yet to be replaced due to my strange fondness
of it) and fly through the city. The improvements I pictured in my
head became realities with every trip to the Village Bike Shop. A bell
here, green BMX grips there. But we also continuously found problems
with the darn thing. It's close to impossible to change gears and I
can't go more than two rides without dousing the brakes with WD40. I
refused a new paint job all last summer, but we may have to spice up
the decaying blue sometime soon. My bike is my friend that takes me
mainly to restaurants and class. And currently it's just something
cute to look at as I wince at the possibility of its heinous
squeaking."
