Attachment

I'm a sucker for attachment. I get attached to the most mundane things.

A mug. A particular plate. And not so mundane things, people, clothing left behind which embody a suitcase of memories. A white elephant that sits in the balcony, subjected to the
elements. We shan't go into clothing today however, nor my bed, of which i am fond of even though it hampers proper maneuverability in bed due to its status as a single bed.

The white elephant that i'm writing about is my black coloured jump bike which will now make its way to the bike shop. I have no intention of lugging it back with me to Singapore. The fundamental blunder that i made was purchasing a bicycle that was too small for me. Although at the point of purchase, i was well coaxed into believing that i could always raise the seat to my required height... high enough
such that i would be able to pedal effectively. Effectively being one whole cycle revolution where at its lowest point of pedal, my leg would be extended all the way. I initially thought i would need time to get accustomed to riding, so i left the seat slightly lower. As i got more cocky, i raised to seat in an effort to achieve an effective full pedal.

The result was one fine morning, while i was making my way to the tennis courts, situated in the middle of St Kilda road, i noted that my seat was leaning further and further back. At that point, i decided to stand up, and then i heard a 'plop' - metal meets tarmac.

I slowly decelerated noting that the laws of physics do not favour one to apply the brakes while standing on a moving metallic structure.

I stood in amazement, as i contemplated the folly of my actions. I could have been killed, for if i was still sitting on the seat when it gave way, i could have fallen backwards, hit my own wheel, and then fall onto the path of an on coming vehicle. Wham, Bam, goodnight sam.

Scary thought.

But yes, this week it makes its way to the shop. A new owner it seeks.

A crazy thought you might think, but even though i have stopped using the bike, it always has a reassuring presence, in Agus's living room at my old place, and now braving the elements in my balcony.

A new life it seeks. For i think it'll be happier out in the streets, rather than watch the sparrows fly by.