Thursday, February 26, 2009

Her name was Free Spirit..

This may sound ridiculous but I really miss my bicycle. The weather was beautiful in Israel today and I saw people all over happily riding their bikes and I felt a pain in my heart. This bike to others may have looked like a piece of junk. She was given to me by a friend who saw it left behind on the side of a fence back in Gainesville. I knew she needed some love and attention so I brought her to the 'Recycled Bikes' on the corner of University by my house. I decided to give her a fresh coat of blue paint but quickly before she dried I realized she was meant to be her original burgondey red. So now she has a bit of character with baby blue speckles all over. I gave her a brown wicker basket on her tushy to hold my books and farmers market treats. I think I am writing this post to reminise with myself about the one that got away. You see the day I left school to drive my packed car home from Gainesville she had some trouble staying on the bug as I drove. So this photo is me saying my goodbye, and leaving her just the way she was found. I told 'free spirit' that I had hoped she would find another owner who loved her just as I did. Maybe a poor soul that I used to give a buck to here and there now has her to ride them around town. The name 'free spirit' was written across her side and that is exactly what she is. A bike just like her owner. Maybe one day I will spot her again and never even know it. She gave me a permanent scar on my calf from an afternoon I was hopping around, her mood was bitter so she stuck out her sharp chain which left her permanent imprint on my skin. I forgive her and I keep my scar as a memory. One day I hope another bike just like her finds me so I can once again feel the wind in my hair...

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