Question

an autobiography of a broken bicycle enjoying the night class viii standard

Answer 1

Oh, the feeling of being the shiny new thing in town. God, I remember it as vividly as if it were yesterday. And, boy, was I shiny. Beautiful metal, exquisite craftsmanship and state of the art gears. And I was happy when this boy showed up at the store where there were hundreds of me. Yet, he picked me. It gave me joy, ten folds of it. We made a good team. He would take me everywhere, I liked many things about him. The way he'd take care of me. I was his prized possession. Until his 16th birthday, when his prized possession was a shiny, sophisticated two wheeler. Gone were the days, when he's take me out on long rides. I was licked away, in a garage, for dust and time to take their toll. And I still yearn to go back out sometime, for him to look at me the same way he did on day one. Alas, I know that it's futile to dream of it. So, I wait. I wait, and wait, until the day I'll be sold to a dumpster. And I hurt, silently in the little garage.