The Red Bike
Winner of the Biketober 2018 writing competition. Under 18 Category
Nov 17 ● 1 min read ● Biketober 2018 Writing Competiton
I was two years old
when I got my first bike
It was better than your little trike
We found it in the bushes
My dad fixed it up for me
He welded it back together and
we painted it bright red,
a couple shades lighter than blood.
I had my first crash on that bike,
my life flashed before my eyes.
Although I was only two,
I knew from that day forward
I would never lose that bike.
It may only be a bike
but it means more
than a million dollars to me.
And to this day I still have that bike
Even though it’s too small to ride
Winner of the The Commuting Book’s Biketober 2018 writing competition