2 hours ago · Life · 0 comments

For a couple weeks now, I had the itch to get into cycling again. Not as a sport or a hobby, but as a tool, to commute and go to places nearby. Around 10 years ago I used to have a pretty neat bike, it was a bit big for me but I could use it no problem. It was gifted to me by my uncle and I really liked it. However, we moved, and my dad told me he had to sell it to a friend. I was very, very upset, but we couldn’t bring it with us, and eventually had to come to terms with it. A couple years later, my dad gave me another bike, but I kind of neglected it for many years, I don’t know if it felt like betrayal or what but I only really used it twice and it never felt right. The bike was smaller too, with 24” wheels, and I was already (barely) an adult, so I felt too slow with it. When I had the day off on Monday I decided I’d try and get that old bike up and running. It didn’t work out. The tires were deflated and had some cracks, so I carried it with me and walked to a workshop to see if…

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