I feel a little bit heartbroken. I just sold my bike, and you know I don't have even a single photo of myself riding it. Just the stupid craigslist photo. I keep feeling like I want to go out to the garage, but why? No more sweet little blue and white Raleigh cruiser to take me up to campus or the Amazon Creek trail or even two blocks to god damn
(
Read more... )
Comments 1
When I went back to school, I missed two things:
my boy, and my bicycle. Fortunately, in my case
the boy was replaceable, and the bike waited for me.
I once wrote an essay for Art Appreciation
(well, art and visual literacy) about my bike.
Reply
Leave a comment