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My Grandpas Bicycle
My grandpa always kept his red bicycle on the front porch of his house. That red bicycle that took him every where he would go. The same red bicycle on which he ridded with me since I was two months old. That bicycle was always clean and shiny, every day before he would leave; he would always clean it and made it shine. I believe that bicycle was about as old as my mother and loved it as much as my grandmother. It wasn’t the most expensive bicycle or even the fastest bicycle, it was just a normal red nice bicycle. My grandpa could not go out in his truck in days but he would always ride his bicycle at least once a day. He would go to work on it, to the supermarket, to the park, to the doctor or some days he would just ride it because he felt like it. Always rode it with pleasure and a big smile on my old man’s face. I remember that bicycle had its own particular spot on the front porch it was hanged by the front wheel at the left side of the porch. My grandma hated that he hanged it there because she couldn’t move it when she needed it to water her plants and she always made my uncles move it for here. So my uncles therefore didn’t love the bike to much either. But instead I loved it because when I was little he was always riding with me in the bike. He held the handlebar with one hand and me with the other, I always sat on the middle bar of the bike. He would ride with me for hours and wouldn’t get tired of it, even for kilometers and he would just keep riding and whistling at the same time. I didn’t know how he did it but he did. My mom would get so mad at him for doing that since ik was really little but he did not care and kept doing it without her knowing. That bike went everywhere and I believe he changed the bike wheals like a hundred times but he didn’t want to buy a new one. The years passed and my grandpa passed away but his bike didn’t his bike is still at my grandmas porch hanged on the left side, red as always. When I go there I ride it sometime and remember those beautiful mornings with mi grandpa riding.
