This is it. My dear friend, that's been with me for 13 years. Thirteen!
|in front of my house in a free parking space|
My parents took me to the hardware store and finally let me choose a bike. I chose this one, though it was silver at the time. The blue was added by me and a friend 8 years ago, because the silver had become so rusty.
With this bike I rode to school every day in every damn weather. I promised it there would come a time when we would only ride out in nice weather.When I moved out, this time came. We never rode to school again, we only made fun trips around the new city I had moved to. But now we were in a city and it was a lot more dangerous than in my little, tiny hometown. We didn't fall down in snow and ice, alright, but we had an accident involving a suddenly opened car door and we were stopped by policemen for riding right through the pedestrian zone. We also rode right through broken glass and it didn't always work out well.
Quite some things needed to be replaced on my dear bike like brakes, lights and the saddle. Actually I stole the "new" saddle from a bike that was parked in front of the library for a looong time. (That's something that happens a lot. People forget their bikes. Other people then steal them or vandalize them or use them as a scrapyard.)
But it is a very heavy bike and I always had to use so much force just to move its weight on top of mine. I wanted to have a better one. It felt kinda mean to my dear bike, that's been with me for such a long time, but I really wanted to be able to make big tours.
I made pictures of this bike and put it on the internet. Just 5 hours later two people came to look at it. A man and his girlfriend, who then told me she needed a bike, because her little daughter just learned to bike and they wanted to do that together. She was really happy with my bike, really liked the colour and was smiling when she rode away on it.
Her happiness made me happy, too. Selling my bike to her, who was so happy with it, seems a very good thing.
Goodbye, my dear friend. I know, you'll be a dear friend to her as you've been to me.
PS: Yep, I got a new job and it's a good one.