DAY 17
Well it’s back to the proud posture I was once so accustomed to. Handlebars facing forward and standing on two wheels. Who is the stranger lending a hand to our bike every so often? Maybe it’s the same stranger who has been popping up in promotional posters around the neighborhood. He’s wanted, assault with a deadly weapon, but there is a gleam in his eye which leads me to believe he’s smuggling a heart of gold.
