My Yellow Cruiser and I Are a Forever Thing

I love my yellow cruiser. It is imperfectly perfect.

The left handle bar is missing the foam piece, while the right handle is too stubborn to let the foam fall off. A screw is missing from the back that could decide if I make it from point A to point B. The yellow paint is fading and there's a sticker of an Indiana Jones character always starring up at me.

Under all it's unpleasing features it still is a wonderful bike. It feels like it was made just for me. When I push my legs harder to beat the impeding doom of a red light it's like Cruz (the name of my bike) wants to beat it just as bad as I do.

Cruz and I are on a journey that involves meeting strangers in parking lots to buy cheap textbooks, go to Musical rehearsals, school, the store, my friend's house, to the gym, the library and maybe to the moon.

My yellow cruiser and I are a forever thing.

For His Kingdom,
Taylor Reid