Found you In the shed when I moved in I fixed your broken tire After flipping through A bicycle repair book
Now I ride you around and park you without even locking you up because you are too free for chains
Plus if they take you from where i park you in the town square It is more their gain then my loss
I like the idea Old bike that I have given you a new adventure a few last rides
One day when I am old like you I hope someone looks at me and that favor is returned because in me they see that I am not yet ready for the trash heap and instead have a few more pedals in me
