So this morning I woke up this morning missing my travel companion, after abandoning him at my brothers last night. That is right, I dropped my bicycle off at my brothers place for the next 6 months. Yes, that bike and I go way back, to the days when I was a kid and bike was hanging in my dad's shop unused and abandoned. I rescued it from it's place of sorrow, and after some oil, labor, and new tires we went for our first ride. It was wonderful, we cruised over hills, through the fields of barley, wheat, canola and hay. It was all great, until I realized I didn't tighten the nut on the front wheel. Of course I won't bore you with the details of those exact circumstances of the before mentioned realization. For example I won't mention how the wheel came off after I hit a little bump, or how the forks on the front dug into the ground and came to a sudden and absolute stop. I will remain silent about how I became airborne, and most definitely won't discuss the extravagant landing. Needless to say I limped home bike in tow. It was upon my arrival in Edmonton that the bike became my best travel partner. Every day that I went to work it came with me, though my car did not like this, but at 14 buck a day to park down town I could afford the pedal power. We covered many a happy mile together, and many an unhappy one to, but we did it together. So for our last time I took him out on the town, literally, from Yellowhead to Whyte ave we did rome, me drunk, and him steering, and that may have been why we ran into that hedge just past 118th ave. But it was a wonderful ride, through the Legislature grounds and across the high level bridge, all the lights of the city twinkling in the cool night air. For a last ride it was a wonderful run, one both of us will cherish.
I will miss you old friend, you were my wheels, and I your engine.
Days Left:3
Missing my bike
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It's not like you would have rode him all winter anyway. :)
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