i have this weird thing with naming inanimate objects. probably because it helps justify the emotional connection i seem to develop for things. like shoes. cars. bikes. i really really become attached to them & have trouble parting ways. i really hope that my new friend *insert name here* does not meet the same fate my last deeply loved bike, ross, did. rosstafer t. bike (ross for short) suffered a terrible death when he was hit by something (it's still an unsolved crime) that resulted in his being wrapped around the bike rack he was attached to. we had a heartfelt & tearful ceremony at the dumpster behind the apartment i lived in in college. it was a sad day for all as my friends deeply cared for ross, who was too small for his owner, & found his little green self endearing when the rider couldn't keep up because the gears on bikes made for 13 yr olds don't work we well when being ridden by an 18 yr old. *sigh* RIP rosstafer t. bike. we all loved you.
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