Last weekend I rode my old bike about 2 blocks from home and left it next to a pole with a note saying “Hello, I am your new bike - ride me home!” attached to it.
Don’t get me wrong - its neither that I have bikes to spare, nor that I’m some kind of charity junkie. It truly is a junker bike, and its brakes are dodgy as all fuck. I just wanted to turn a piece of rotting junk into something that a neighbourhood kid could use to get around on.
I left my bike for about 4 hours - and it was gone!
Everytime I hear kids riding past now, I check to see if one of them has my old bike “old red”, the aptly named “MAMMOTH”, a heavy piece of junk if one were made. Vale, Mammoth.
