Destroying a Bike

23Jan12

My childhood was rather ideal and much like you would see in a movie. I would spend my weekends riding my bike 10 minutes to my best friend Sam’s house where we would spend hours doing whatever we felt like because we were good kids, who got good grades, and our parents trusted us. Or had yard work and house work to tend to. Either way. In the time we spent being good kids, we would find things like old Cabbage Patch Kid Doll heads and throw them in the road in hopes of them getting run over. Why everyone always spotted the large object in the road and the two giggling 10 year old girls next to it was beyond us at that point. We also would take hours conducting seances, wandering around in the local cemetery (home to a famous ~~murderer~~ woman accused of murder), playing “light as a feather, stiff as a board” and just generally trying to make contact with the under world, you know, typical stuff.

This post is supposed to be about the demise of a bike, but in fleshing out the details, I seem to have hit on the fact that my best friend Sam and I may have enjoyed dabbling in the occult. Anyway back to the bike.

I would always bike to Sam’s house and she would get a ride to mine. In the latter part of my childhood years, I somehow shared a bike with my dad. This is thanks to the fact that the seat was majorly adjustable and I am majorly lanky. Nonetheless, I had a great bike and Sam was still waiting on a new one.One birthday, Sam got that bike. We were so excited at the opportunities ahead of us. We took the bike all over Sam’s neighborhood the first day, and eventually decided to ride back to my house together. As my long arms and legs maneuvered my bike, Sam was riding ahead of me. She slowed down to take a high curb and I wasn’t paying attention and then it happened. I rammed my bike into Sam’s new bike tire, completely warping it. One day in and her bike was unrideable. The rest of our days were spent with me riding to her house.