9/3/10

Day 246: T. Rusty

Meet my bike, T. Rusty.

I acquired him after he no longer had a home when my brother skipped out of the country. He spent most of his days following, just left to watch the fog roll by on the balcony of my parents' condo.

Sure, the front brakes don't work and the gears grind at every shift, but he's been reliable thus far. I'm riding him until the foggy weather here has finally corroded his moving parts (that's what she said?)

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