Chapter 52: As Long As You Keep Thinking Straight, There’s Always More Solutions Than Problems
When Alex wheeled the bike to the door and handed it over, Leon still found it hard to believe he had actually gotten this bicycle from George—and for free, no less.
It was an old-fashioned model, much like the classic 28-inch crossbar style, except it lacked the basket and rear seat Leon was used to. The handlebars weren’t straight either, but curled downward like a ram’s horns.
This was practically an antique, but George had kept it in pristine condition. From the tires to the frame to the chain, it still retained much of its original look.
“This old relic is yours now. I hope you’ll take good care of it,” Alex said, watching Leon examine the bike, his tone tinged with reluctance.
“I will,” Leon nodded.
Alex glanced once more at the antique he had grown up seeing, then shook his head and went back inside the villa.
The moment Alex left, Leon swung onto the bike. It had been a long time since he’d ridden one, but the moment his hands gripped the handlebars and his feet pressed the pedals, that deeply ingrained muscle memory took over. He quickly adapted to the feel of the bicycle, and as the chain and gears spun, the bike glided smoothly onto the road.
“What a beauty.”
Feeling the bumps from the uneven ground travel up through the seat, Leon was reminded of those days when he and his childhood friends would tear down country dirt roads without a care. As the chain whirred faster and his speed picked up, his spirits soared.