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I remember my first real bike
I remember what it was like
My Strik…a
Chunky
Clunky
Silver

I used to think
And please bear in mind I was seven
That the dimples on the chainguard
If pressed hard
And in the right sequence
Produced a turbo boost
Like KITT
In Knight Rider

I was seven

But Richard
He lived across the street
We'd meet
To play
Two years my senior
Leaner, meaner
Parents wealthier
He
Had
A
Grifter

 

 

 

Gears!
Twist grip
Colour coded
I was overloaded with jealousy
Heresy
To cast aspersions on my Strika
And yet…

I caught the end of the BMX boom
Silver
Seeing a trend?
A Highway
No, I'd never heard of it either
But my way
To get away
Every day

Richard?
At the vanguard
Of a mountain bike revolution
Once more jealous as hell
Of the turquoisey blue Emmelle
A Cougar
12
Whole Gears

 

 

 

 

 

By the time
A year or two later
That I caught up
He had a racer

We moved away
Lost touch
Such
Is the way of kids at the whim of their parents

I've no idea if he cycles
But it eats away
I'll bet he was fixed in oh-7
Rode cyclocross in 2011
And even now
Right now
Is eyeing up a cargobike

I blame him
For my n+1
I looked up to no-one
Else's bike
Like
Richard's

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