Micro Story #20 || The 13th Gear
I did the math in my head. Yup, it had been one year since my 18-gear mountain bike had been stolen. Now, here I stood standing in front of it, propped up against the brick wall outside of Arby’s. At first glance, it appeared to be in perfect working order… and not locked up. I grabbed the handle bars, got a running start, hopped on, and started pedaling. Someone came barreling out of the Arby’s, screaming, but I was already long gone. I dropped down into 13th gear. Then, my face dropped. My old bike only had 12 gears.
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My favorite story...series (so far).
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