We rode through hills, and towns, and meadows. It was one of the greatest days of my life. Ever since then, I have wanted a bike.
I asked for it every year for Christmas.
"No." My dad didn't even want to think about it. But I never gave up. I wanted a stinking bike!!!
Finally, a couple weeks ago, I told my parents that I was going to get a bike. He finally agreed that I could get it. After checking out a few bike shops, I found the perfect bike.
TADA! In the most un-bike-friendly city in the world I got my first bike. I've only had it for two days, but I feel like I'm in some sort of club. I pass other bikers on the street, and we smile at each other. They probably are smiling at me as a response to my creepy stranger smile, but I like to believe that we are saying:
"Yeah. They say it's dangerous to ride bikes here. But us? We live on the edge. Ride on brotha!!!"