A short story about me and my bike.

When I was in high school, my home was far from school, and it took nearly half an hour to walk, so I should consider whether to ride a bike. Bikes can be ridden, but only two knives. I still have a lingering fear when I think of the experience of learning to drive.

Probably in primary school, learning to ride was almost all the rage. Some children, who are not as tall as bicycles and can't reach the beam of the car, ride under the beam. Some people can hold the girder but can't hold the seat, so they ride on the girder in a crooked way. I just belong to the latter, but I twist left and right more, because only in this way can my toes reach the pedal tightly. I am timid by nature, and learning to ride a bike is no less than going through fire and water. Every time I see them fall black and blue, my little heart beats like a lively rabbit But I have to study. I don't want to fall behind. How can my little self-esteem stand this? I will never do what others can do. If you think like this, there will be a kind of pride of soldiers on the battlefield. Zheng Xiong got on his bike and went straight ahead, but the idea was beautiful and the reality was tragic! Although after a period of practice, after all, the car is big and can't be controlled well for a while. The huge bicycle patted me hard under the car. The serious consequence of this incident is that I became Tie Guai Li, a bit like a ladybug, and I was black and blue all over. But I can't be intimidated by a pile of scrap metal, can I? I fell down again and again, and finally I was beaten into a double-edged knife driver by an idiot pushing a bicycle and facing down. Anyway, I will.

Under my soft grinding and hard foam, a brand-new purple permanent brand bicycle has become my name! Small car, no girders, thick metal brackets and tires, giving people a sincere and lovely feeling, which is completely my favorite type. After I got the car, I couldn't put it down. I scrubbed it almost every day and took good care of it. Before school starts, I often go to the suburbs by bike, and the breeze blows slowly, and the car sometimes slows down and sometimes accelerates. That kind of light and elegant feeling is like listening to a beautiful long tune, and slowly I am completely immersed in it. ...

It was only after school started that I found that there were only a handful of my cars in the vast cycling team on campus, and I cherished them even more when I was excited. Maybe it's the new car. Several male students in the class often find various excuses to borrow a car to ride. I always refuse others, but I'm worried that those smelly boys will smash what I love. Sure enough, after borrowing the car, my baby became headless! That son of a bitch didn't park his car in the shed, but chained it to the fence of the nearby flower pond, satisfying the thief's pleasure. My cute car seat and seat post are missing. I really want to cry when I see this scene! Complain about that son of a bitch and curse that fucking car thief. But the most embarrassing thing for me is that I don't know how to drive home. A bicycle without a seat is like a man without a head. It looks a little scary and awkward. People come and go on the road, and I don't want to see other people's strange eyes. I used my quick wits, so I put my schoolbag on the car seat. Fortunately, I finally got away with it.

There seemed to be a lot of thieves in those years, and car-losing incidents were common, and almost every household had lost a car. Although the carport on campus is locked, the thief also has some losses. Yes If I can't steal parts at all and steal a new car, of course, mine can't escape this robbery, not only can't escape, but it's completely looted. Rough cloth calculated that the car seat was lost twice, the car brake was lost several times, the car pedal was lost twice, and the car ... anyway, almost everything that can be unloaded was lost, and it is true that the bell was not lost. It seems that the thief is quite learned, knowing what happens when he steals the clock ... In the end, my car was beyond recognition, and I even regretted buying it. Better ride that shelf.

Only pick the one with the deepest memory three times! For the first time, in the morning, I dreamed that Duke Zhou had passed the station, washed in a hurry, and rode away before eating. When I was driving at a high speed, a car suddenly jumped out of an alley on the side of the road. I instinctively hit the left. The speed was so fast that I panicked that people and cars went straight to the newly dug drainage ditch on the side of the road. Fortunately, the ditch is not wide, and the car is dangling on both sides of the ditch, so that I can avoid falling into the gutter. When I stood up with a grin on my face, I found that the driver of that car ran away without an apology, which really made me angry ... this should not be my technical problem, hehe. But it is because of this that I have a lingering fear of cycling.

The second time, it was snowy in winter in the north, and the ice on the road was as smooth as a mirror. My deskmate and I are both afraid of how dangerous the avenue car is, so when we go to school, we ride bicycles together to string hutongs. The road surface of hutong is uneven, but it is not too slippery. Because I am afraid of falling, I ride very slowly, just like spacewalking. It is said that the slower you fall, the easier it is to fall, but the slower you fall, the better, so I would rather fall behind my deskmate than chase her. I was crawling at the speed of a snail carefully when suddenly a big ice pack appeared in front of me! I dodged in a hurry, but I didn't expect an ice pack in the middle of the road. I've been dodging. As a result, I dodged the front wheel between the legs of a young couple on the other side. My male compatriots held my handlebar tightly with their hands, which was worse than my brakes ... I was so scared that I kept apologizing to them like a chicken pecking rice. Instead of being annoyed, the two laughed their heads off: "Sister, our technology is perfect, but not so accurate, hahaha." I was embarrassed and at a loss, but I apologized again and again. "Come on, I forgive your sincere attitude. However, email, I really need to practice my driving skills, otherwise it is really dangerous ... "

The third time, spring came, the ice and snow began to melt, and finally I could ride a bike with confidence and boldness! In the morning, the air is fresh, I feel comfortable, and it is flying by car. Trees and buildings on the roadside are coming towards me rapidly. I can't help humming a few lyrics: "Birds lead the way, flowers …" Before I finished humming a lyric, I heard a loud noise and fell down. I just feel that the stars are shining, my brain has been turned over, my internal organs seem to be misplaced, and my whole body seems to be falling apart. Lying on the ground for a long time didn't recover. After a little relaxation, I tried to get up, and my arm hurt and I fell to the ground again. Unexpectedly, Ben's uninjured face was in close contact with the ground at the moment of falling. The terrible pain made me feel that the left side of my face was bitten by millions of ants, and my eyes narrowed slowly. The left side of my face swelled up instantly, and the pain in my heart was burning ... Just when my deskmate rode by and saw my miserable face, she couldn't help but exclaim, "God, what happened to your face?" It turned out that there was no completely melted snow water during the day, and a thin layer of ice formed in the morning. Because the falling place is dark, the slowly melting ice layer is thicker. Xiao Bing on this road, I won the first prize! "Your face is full of sand, still oozing blood. Come with me to the hospital ... "My deskmate threw herself at me and left!

Fortunately, God bless, my face finally left no scar! However, my fall became an explosive news in my class, and even the whole school knew it. "A girl in a class had a bad fall and her face was disfigured ..." After a while, my deskmate and I teased me about it just like telling other people's stories. The deskmate quipped, "I tell you, I have summed up a fact by combining your wrestling experience so many times ..." The deskmate sold it. "Come on, what facts?" "That's, that's, that's a missing string in your head, hahaha!" "Let you laugh at me ..." I gave her a pinch with a smile. "Don't worry, I'm not finished yet, I'm talking about the lack of a balance string ..." My deskmate gave me several examples of my embarrassing events, and the more I listened, the more I felt that my deskmate's analysis made sense. I am more and more convinced that there is indeed a string missing from my head, a string that controls my balance ability! This is a fact, a very serious fact that cannot be ignored. ...

After writing this article, I found that I lacked not only a balance string, but also the most important string, that is, the wisdom string! Otherwise, how could so many embarrassing things be exposed? Hahaha!