This is a shot of where my baby left me not 2 months ago. I still keep a lock of her, well, lock with me to remind myself that I was once in love with the idea of not taking the bus everywhere. It also reminds me to lock things because people steal stuff. I call her "her" because it was a hand-me-down from my sister. I have a lot of fond memories of outrunning bullies as fast as Forrest Gump due to my riding a girl's bike. Sure the tassles didn't help but she was fast and I don't really care what other people think. In fact, there was no stopping her due to the complete lack of brakes but the bottom of my feet are still tough as nails today and my last pair of shoes have lasted a full three weeks. Yep, she always got me to where I wanted to go. Well, eventually. She had a steering problem which only allowed her to steer somewhat to the left. Come to think of it, if I win, I may track down this thief and give him or her the new bike. This bike was unsafe at any speed and anyone desperate enough to steal it probably needs the new bike worse than I. Then again, I wouldn't mind having the first decent bike in my life. Thanks for reading my story.