Yah, I thought about that. My first bike got stolen the same day. Actually, it was my third bike. My very first bike I found hidden the garage with grandpa 's junk. Rusty old ten speed with flat tires. I oiled up the chain and got patches for the innertubes. I rode it around for a few minutes when grandpa's brother came by, claimed it was his and took it. My older brother found me a bike with no brakes which I rode for a grand total of two minutes before crashing into a fence. Grandma drove me to the doctor to get my chin stitched up. The next day the grandparents fave me the new bike. I found it later that day in the school parking lot minus the banana seat and slick tires and carried it home. Grandma took me to a bicycle shop where a kind man replaced the missing tires and seat. It was a busy week for me. It was the first week of summer.
Yah, I thought about that. My first bike got stolen the same day. Actually, it was my third bike. My very first bike I found hidden the garage with grandpa 's junk. Rusty old ten speed with flat tires. I oiled up the chain and got patches for the innertubes. I rode it around for a few minutes when grandpa's brother came by, claimed it was his and took it. My older brother found me a bike with no brakes which I rode for a grand total of two minutes before crashing into a fence. Grandma drove me to the doctor to get my chin stitched up. The next day the grandparents fave me the new bike. I found it later that day in the school parking lot minus the banana seat and slick tires and carried it home. Grandma took me to a bicycle shop where a kind man replaced the missing tires and seat. It was a busy week for me. It was the first week of summer.
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