
I once left a bike for dead in college. A friend of my mother's gave it to me. She never rode it. It was old, but still usable. I rode it only a few times my freshman year . When I moved back home for the summer I forgot it. It stayed chained to the under-used bike rack behind my dorm all winter and summer. It turned into one of those rusted, forgotten bikes. It was still there when I got back to school the next fall. But I did nothing about it. It may be there still.
I guess that's how bikes get that way. But in a city, a large city, it seems odd that someone would chain up a bike, on a busy street, and then just forget about it and then be too embarrassed, or not care enough, to go back and get it. But apparently it happens. I always feel sad for the bikes.
I guess that's how bikes get that way. But in a city, a large city, it seems odd that someone would chain up a bike, on a busy street, and then just forget about it and then be too embarrassed, or not care enough, to go back and get it. But apparently it happens. I always feel sad for the bikes.
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