part 332.1 of a novel: city of bikes
When I first moved to the city I found all kinds of bikes. “This city is great,” I thought, “People are always leaving bikes around for me to use, but then one day I went to unlock my bike from a stop sign and found someone had stolen the front wheel. I thought, “Well I guess I don’t have a bike anymore.” The next time I walked past the bike the back wheel was gone as well. Then the handlebars went and the bike seat. And I thought, “What’s the use of having a bike if by the end of the week all that’s left is the frame,” but I wasn’t sad. I kind of liked knowing I had a bike with no wheels and no steering wheel.
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