I didn't live in the best neighborhood when I was growing up. My bike ended up getting stolen, and I was heartbroken. I was 13 years old and crushed.
Enter the Mad Pirate, 18 years old. I was out popping around with the Evil Ex, and he was doing something incredibly boring so I went to the other stores in the strip mall where we were. I went into a thrift store...and there was my bike! The one that dumped me a million times down that steep hill on Fairfax! The bike that rode me to and from my first kiss with a BOY! Its tires were flat, and the brakes were in even worse condition than when I saw it, but I was overjoyed.
I managed to get the price down from $20.00 back to $13.00. Now, my bike sits neglected in my garage, while I wait for warmer weather and the money to get new tires and brakes for it.
Soon we will ride again, the fat girl on top of the skinny decrepit little bike. I love that thing. It is funny how life works, and how after all these years I managed to get my bike back. The universe moves in mysterious ways, and magic of the little sort is all around.
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