I think my bike is a little bit scared of me.
Which is just as well because
I am secretly still scared of it.
It's called the Speedster 5.
It's shiny and red and new.
When people compliment it,
I smile and nod.
I secretly wish it was called
The Slowster 5.
Chronicles of my insanity
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