My bike
One of my very favorite passtimes is riding bike. I love to ride allong the country roads, feal the soft breeze on my face, and simply being able to take a slow look at the interresting country side. Today I decided it looked like a perfect oppertunity to make a quick morning ride into our nearby small town, just for fun. I made a right on one of the roads and was soon arriving at our little neighborhood coffee and flower shoppe. It was a pleasant sort of morning and I decided to show off my new bike to the owners who are friends of mine. I happely persuaded them to come out and have a look at my newly accuired bike (a really snazzy Buffy Mom picked up at a yard sale for $25. She had given it to me for my birthday. I was so proud.) After leaving the coffee shoppe, I decided to see if mom was visiting Dorothy in town so I hopped on my bike and headed accross the road. I looked down and, to my dismay, my tire was quickely going flat. Oops! I must have run over a puncture vine. So I hobbled my bike to Dorothy’s and Mom was not there. I could see it was going to be a long walk home. Luckely Hue, dorothy’s neighbor had a bike pump and he filled me up on air before I headed home as fast as I could. This fix was short lived though and I ended up walking my poor dear bike home. It was a lovely walk though and I was glad to have a nice little adventure as well as a nice walk. It was a sticky sort of day and I have decided to look on the bright side, at least I got a nice tan. 