Will got home and the garage door went up. His things were piled on the left the back corner. His parents where he was staying kept the garage immaculate. Everything had a place and it had been that way for his whole life. It was a big deal when the city got new bins. No one in that neighbourhood wanted them, and they were so big they had to move around the whole garage. This unearthed in the process Wills old bike. The one he had in college orange handle bar tape and 10 gears. There was a period where everyone had a fixie. Jesse at the time mocked him, but Will responded back anytime a big hill came and he didn’t have to stand up to make it to the top.
He spent a lot of time here in the garage just cleaning and re oiling. Jesse would be there so would Mark and maybe they’d have a beer then ride to a party or something. Even now his bike still had memories those bright pieces of tape Jesse had him put on.
Telling him you don’t wear a helmet Will, the least you could do is make yourself visible!
Will wasn’t sure what to make of this now. The tires were still pumped. So he took it around for spin just a small loop up the hill and back. The bikes gears ground needing oil. At the top he looked down not sure if the bike would be able to break. He just stood there for awhile. Listening to the wind feeling the cold.
He spent a lot of time here in the garage just cleaning and re oiling. Jesse would be there so would Mark and maybe they’d have a beer then ride to a party or something. Even now his bike still had memories those bright pieces of tape Jesse had him put on.
Telling him you don’t wear a helmet Will, the least you could do is make yourself visible!
Will wasn’t sure what to make of this now. The tires were still pumped. So he took it around for spin just a small loop up the hill and back. The bikes gears ground needing oil. At the top he looked down not sure if the bike would be able to break. He just stood there for awhile. Listening to the wind feeling the cold.
