
I love my bicycle. They are not expensive or shiny. Not made from special aluminum alloy, or weigh like a shoe. Sometimes they make a "clank" sound when I shift gears. But I still love them.
I have never greased them, cleaned them or changed their tires. Not once have I tuned the headset, adjusted the breaks or replaced the cassette. I can't even tell my top tubes from my down tubes, or what in god's name is the front derailleur !?
I love my bicycle. It's the kind of love you get, that isn't equal to the love you give. I love this kind of love.
reading it for the first time - charming, second time - brilliant!
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