Yesterday, with a help of a friend I bought a second-hand bicycle, it was really the spare of moment situation and I just went for it. I hope we (me and y new orange bike) have happy memories together in the future.

This bike is much lighter than the previous bike. I put fresh tires on it and with the help of my good friend I cleaned and prepared it. A 27:50 size bike with 30 gears that I still do not know how to work with, but it does not matter. I learn.

It looks good, although the previous owner, someone like me, may have worked the bike hard, many accidents probably, but we are here anyway and the bike is with me now.

My old bike is still with me though.

What happy memories we had together.

Memories whose images are not only stored in my camera but will remain on the screen of my mind as long as I live.

My green bike, she remembers how I learned to fly with her help and she was the one that spread my wings.

We took many happy steps together. Scary and anxious moments, happy and energetic moments, exciting and passionate moments.

And maybe moments that will never happen again.