My old bike, which was bought second-hand to begin with. As a matter of fact, I've never owned a new bike, it was always my brother's bike or one that previously belonged to an older cousin. Isn't that a very Dickensian background story?
My old bike, hundreds of flat tyres repaired by other people (because I can't do it), and that's just the tyres. Currently I'm thinking about replacing the worn out snelbinders (couldn't find an English word for it).
My old bike's predecessor was stolen once and I thought that would be the beginning of a new and glamorous chapter: the new bike.
But no, of all the cases the police had to solve, they retrieved the old crappy bike. I thanked them with tears in my eyes.
But anyway, that's all in the past now, and I like the old bike of today. It's sort of like having a relationship with a horse, it just gets better and better.
It wasn't always great in the very beginning, I remember it came with a very uncomfortable saddle but after a lot of complaining (think 200 episodes daytime soap style) I got a new saddle. And combined with the various tyres there are actually several parts of my old bike that are genuinely new. Kinda like a Frankenstein project.
I see these millennial kids on their €1000,- E-bikes, that is to say I usually see the back of them because they're much faster than me.
But I don't mind putting some knee grease into it, old-fashioned exercise is good for the health and spirit (I hope that doesn't sound too hitlerjugend-ish).
I won't be riding my bike tomorrow, unless something unexpecting happens. I wonder what that could be. Or who, and why.