30 Days of Bike

Chronicling the life of a lonely, left behind, lil' bike. Start back at the first post to get the whole story.
Feb 26
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DAY 13 I don’t get it. After seeing this lame attempt to cover up the city’s mark, you might conclude she wants to stay there. It’s possible, I suppose, that it has been so long she is afraid to leave. Something similar to battered woman syndrome. Except it’s life that has dealt her the nasty blow, not a drunkard husband. There is another, equally dubious, possibility. I’m beginning to suspect a dangerous relationship brewing between her and that occasional companion, the blue bike. Look at the way Dr. Creepy is rubbing up on her from behind. Take it easy pal, aren’t you a little old? This is getting weird.

DAY 13

I don’t get it. After seeing this lame attempt to cover up the city’s mark, you might conclude she wants to stay there. It’s possible, I suppose, that it has been so long she is afraid to leave. Something similar to battered woman syndrome. Except it’s life that has dealt her the nasty blow, not a drunkard husband.

There is another, equally dubious, possibility. I’m beginning to suspect a dangerous relationship brewing between her and that occasional companion, the blue bike. Look at the way Dr. Creepy is rubbing up on her from behind. Take it easy pal, aren’t you a little old? This is getting weird.