My Neighbor’s Bike

 

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My first bike

Was a neighbor’s bike.

“Too many hills,” my mom had said

As if topography in any way diminished

The accelerated thrill

Of legs off pedals

From the top of the rise

To our street.

There was no arguing

Or vowing to share and never fight.

We knew her words were code

For “we cannot afford.”

But my sister’s friend across the street

Did have a bike

And with it the absolute power to dispense

Rides, routes, direction, and duration.

There were no training wheels

To ease one in.

There was no question of admitting

Complete lack of experience

And risking an evaporated offer.

So it was guts and trepidation

A stranglehold on the handlebar

And the utter exhilaration

Of flying.

 

 

For Cee’s Share Your World Challenge

 

6 thoughts on “My Neighbor’s Bike

  1. I loved your memory of this! Just yesterday I recalled how my grandmother brought us up to Maine and rented bikes for my cousin and me so we could ride to the lake when we were 15. Such freedom! I never had a bike of my own as a kid. I’m glad you had access to one too!

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