Monday, January 26, 2015
For three summers I hung out in this bike shop. I didn’t own a bike, and I wasn’t trying to sleep with the boy who worked there. It was friendship that kept me going back. Over a decade later I still smile when I walk past this shop; when I walk past any bike shop.
Once, I bought a bike, but not from that shop. In one month it was stolen, and thus ended my very brief adventure in bike riding.
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