I have had a bike with one wheel sitting outside my apartment on the tiny "patio" since I moved in. I've never been much of a bike-rider, and with Pullman's massive hills I question the safety of journeying on the bike due to my novice status in this area. The other wheel of this bike is in the locked storage closet outside, so I just assumed that no one would steal the bike. It's not like you can ride it away. And I was correct- no one ever rode the bike away. It was there for months and months, getting buried and un-buried with snow, always hangin out with the flattened cardboard boxes I used to move in with.
And then just a moment ago I looked out the window and it was gone. Just...gone.
I assumed it would always just still be underneath the cardboard boxes. One wheel is still there and I never noticed that a bike was not attached to it. So...no one took the wheels, just the body of the bike. I don't blame them. It's a nice body, and clearly I haven't ridden it ever. Instead of being upset, I have chosen to consider it an offering to someone who will get bike riding love out of it. Clearly I have not.
And now, I can look out my window without guilt that I'm not out riding my bike.
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you write good kid. i've been reading a few of your pieces and have come to the conclusion that your blog will undoubtedly crush mine in blogville. you're practically the mayor of blogville. any chance i could piggy back on some of that success? will reading your blog make me a better, more creative, uber witty writer-being, and thereby boost my blog status from nonexistent to in sarah's shadow?
just make sure people don't confuse sarah with an Air-AH with sarah with an error-uhhh...
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