|One more cast-off|
I did not go down and get it.
Occasionally, I will carry 50 feet of paracord, and could have used that to fish it out of the canal drying up for maintenance, but I was without paracord. If you tell yourself you won't need the paracord, you will need it.
Reuse, recycle, I did not.
Cleaned up, oiled, greased, freshened up, it could be ridden. Ride it I did not.
A garden hose, a can of spray paint, "clean bike cheap ride!", a Craigslist bargain: sell it I did not.
Painted blaze orange and stuffed with flowers: a front yard decoration. It was not to be.
Streamers, sparklers, flares and flashing lights, a celebration! Denied.
A cutting torch, a welding machine, a new contraption! Hack no.
Traced back to its owner, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. This your bike? What the heck were you doing, throwing it into the canal? CSI I am not.
Ground up, melted down, liquified, poured into a sand mold for jewelry. No not molded, not jeweled, not made pretty.
Hack saw, cut into varying lengths, strung up with spokes and wires, a wind chime! Negative on the wind chime.
Painted white, a ghost bike, a memorial? Not done.
Just this: photograph on the blog, a few words below it.
These: please don't throw bicycles into the water. Use them instead.
Sunshine. Open air. Quiet. The road. The path. The trail. Get up. Go ride.