The bike is tucked into the garage between the lawn mower and the snow thrower waiting for it’s annual trip to the basement. It looks sad and lonely and forgotten.
It really has been. Not on purpose, but forgotten all the same. Too, many things to do that aren’t getting done. Too much work to do that never gets done. Gutters and leaves and windows and basement walls that all have to have some attention before winter really sets in.
Glances are in the opposite direction when passing by the bike. Maybe if it’s not seen the bike won’t be able to remind anyone how lonely and cold it is in the garage especially once the lights go out and now the nights are getting longer and longer. It’s been months since the warm sunshine and gentle breezes of summer have made the black paint glisten while flying down the road.
“Can we go just once around the block” the bike tries to cry out but no one is there to hear anyway.
At least it will be moving into the house soon and it’ll be warm and dry until spring. Spring, I can hardly wait.
Always wear a helmet & Happy Cycling!