For 6 years we were inseparable. But let's be honest. My now defunct bike was a city bike. It was not meant to climb the cornices of Normandy, to race clear across Paris day after day through rain, sleet, snow, and wind. So. It cracked. Literally:
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Yes. The frame broke. You do not want this to happen while you are riding down a busy street. I felt I was loosing control of by bike and had the good sense to get off it. As I began walking it home, the crack widened until the poor dear dropped to the ground. | |
| Thank goodness for no-smoking laws! A helpful fellow out for a smoke was kind enough to help me out. |
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He used some internet cable to tie up my bike so I could walk the rest of the way home. |
| That's all that left after salvaging wheels, snazzy pedals, Chinese bell, extra sturdy basket: an unrecognizable cadaver. |
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| But once she was a beauty... |
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She will be fondly remembered. |
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The BIKE is dead; long live the BIKE!
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| My new bike!!! Now this is for racing, climbing, zooming, flying! | ||
