I recently got a new bike that I don’t ride much. It’s too hot outside and the streets are busy. I shall call it Aubrey.
Years before Aub, another existed but it was nameless. I don’t remember much but it was slim and purple. My Dad gave my purple bike away to some stranger who asked for it when I was sent off to boarding school. Although that purple bike almost caused my death, I was sad.
On the day I almost killed myself to avoid death, I went riding with my sister. I’m guessing this was about 7 years ago. While we were riding, a lorry or a trailer or some monstrous vehicle appeared from nowhere and was heading towards me. This was the situation:
Instead of acting like the rational human being I’m meant to be, common sense abandoned me and I rode into the flower hedges. It happened that there was a deep gutter behind the flower hedges, and so I ended up in the gutter. No one really knows how I survived but I emerged covered in rubbish and with a few scratches.
I don’t know which would have been more honourable; a gutter death or being crushed by a monstrous vehicle.
This is why it has taken me 7 years to get a new bicycle. I waited for 2 weeks after my new bike (Aub) was purchased to ride it and I made sure to get a helmet this time. Just in case.
Pictures taken by Ajay Abalaka.