The Bicycle

Ever since Crumby heard from Ray that Karl the Tracker Druid had a bicycle, Crumby has been burned up with envy. It aint fair. Crumby explained to Rayetta. That Karl is nothing but a mere pseudo-intellectual. Yet Karl has a bicycle and I don’t.

But Rayetta was no help. Grow up Crumby. Rayetta advised. Or more likely, get your own bicycle.

Hmm. That’s what I shall do then. I shall get my own bicycle.

Crumby had to wait awhile. Yet eventually, some kindly person discarded a bicycle at the dump Crumby frequented daily. Not only that, the discarded bicycle was a red bicycle. Huh-huh!

Anon, Crumby fixed up his bicycle just like Karl’s bicycle. To whit, Crumby’s bicycle also featured a bell and a basket. And soon, or before the rainy season, Crumby's bicycle would get some fenders, making Crumby’s bicycle that much better than Karl’s bicycle.

Crumby surmised while coasting along happily, bicycles are a wonderful mode of transportation. You go along much faster than the wretched pedestrians. Yet you may still enjoy the scenery because you are not going along super fast like in a great vehicle. Like for example, if you are on a bicycle you may easily espy that some loser has lost a five dollar bill. Finders keepers. Huh-huh. Or you may note that the Cissus incisa is in flower. Hark!

More advantages are, bicycles don’t use gas or diesel. They are easy to park. They are very pleasant to ride while in the coast position. Ah, the wind in one’s face on a nice long coast. What a pleasure that is!

Crumby is not fixing to present a picture of his bicycle on this venue. That’s because these parts are almost totally inhabited by evil doers. Those evil doers could find out which bicycle belonged to Crumby. What might they do, then? Evil! No doubt.