Thoughts return.

That's my bike. I haven't ridden it since November: not to the store, not around the garage, not in the driveway, nowhere.

Anyway, I want to apologize to my bike and make sure that it knows it'll be coming with me to California for a month. We can rip it up down at Shady Rest Park. Maybe we'll even learn some new tricks to bring back to the homies in Oregon. Hell, is a hitchiker too much to ask?

Yeah, I owe my bike for this terrible neglect. Maybe I should buy it a new part as a peace offering.

Damn, it's almost summer!