Story writing Last week I went to market on bicycle to buy some books I placed my bicycle outside the shop
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Last week I went to market to buy some books on bicycle. I placed my bicycle outside the shop.
I balanced the bicycle with the pedal on the edge of the pavement and locked it. I turned and started up the steps to the doorway. I was about to push the door open, when I heard a crash. Instinctively I knew it was my bicycle.
There was a boy, perhaps thirteen, standing there with a sheepish expression. Sorry uncle. I was checking if it had solid tires.
I rarely come across anyone who takes any interest in bicycles. So, my anger dissolved. See the valve? Regular tires. Wow! So, thin! Do you ride it very fast? Well, not this one. See, it has just one gear. Its a fixed gear bicycle. I have others that have multiple gears. They go faster.
He looked at me wide eyed. How many bicycles do you have, uncle? Well, I said. Let me ride this, uncle. No, buddy, I do not let anyone ride my bicycles. He looked sad. Is it light? Can I lift it? Well of course. He picked it up. Wow! Its very light! What is fixed gear, uncle?
Well, if you stop pedalling, the bicycle stops. If you pedal backwards, the bicycle goes backwards. Really? I removed the lock, lifted the saddle and turned the pedal. Then I stopped the pedal and turned it backwards. I see, he said. I smiled. This boy was going to become a cyclist.
Then he waved at someone behind me and called out, Didi, come and see this! I turned to look. There were a few people there, at this stall. I was wondering which of them he was calling to. None of them seemed to be paying attention to him. I turned back. And there was no one there. Neither was my bicycle.
The kid was on my bicycle, straddling the top tube and pedalling furiously into the lane across the street.
Heheheee just kidding....