My Bike Basket: A Eulogy
As we have come to the end I feel like I must say I’m sorry, and thank you.
I’m sorry for taking advantage of you and abusing you with little care for your well being. I’m sorry for the attitude of treating you with little respect because I know you can be replaced for only 10 kuai. I’m sorry for not showing my appreciation as much as I should have. I’m sorry for killing you.
But thank you.
When they called me a sissy for putting you front and center on my handlebars I know that deep down it hurt you more than it hurt me. Amidst the taunts of “Mary Poppins” and “are you going to put your purse in that basket” you never let it get you down and you always conducted yourself with the utmost integrity - thank you.
For the time we went to the Great Wall and you carried not only my lunch, but Rob’s lunch as well because he didn’t have a basket on his bike for fear of what it might do to his image - thank you.
When I almost killed that lady (see post on July 2009) as she carelessly tuned into us without looking you did not go placing blame, you did not take her side like the cops did, you did not abandon me, but you held strong and did not even spill my book bag in the collision - thank you.
Thanks for carrying my backpack to school each day so that my back wouldn’t get sweaty. Thanks for carrying my groceries home from the market so that I could ride safely with two hands on the handlebars. Thanks for carrying my bike lock everywhere we went so that we were never separated at the hands of a bike thief. Thanks for carrying my water bottle since I don’t have the bicycle water bottle accessory that attaches to the frame of the bike - I don’t need one thank you very much, I have a basket instead.
Tomorrow I will go to the bike man and I will have you replaced by a basket that is not rusty, broken, falling off, and showing the signs of thousands of kilometers of wear and tear. He will probably throw you away and not even recycle you. You will be gone but not forgotten.
I’m sorry for taking advantage of you and abusing you with little care for your well being. I’m sorry for the attitude of treating you with little respect because I know you can be replaced for only 10 kuai. I’m sorry for not showing my appreciation as much as I should have. I’m sorry for killing you.
But thank you.
When they called me a sissy for putting you front and center on my handlebars I know that deep down it hurt you more than it hurt me. Amidst the taunts of “Mary Poppins” and “are you going to put your purse in that basket” you never let it get you down and you always conducted yourself with the utmost integrity - thank you.
For the time we went to the Great Wall and you carried not only my lunch, but Rob’s lunch as well because he didn’t have a basket on his bike for fear of what it might do to his image - thank you.
When I almost killed that lady (see post on July 2009) as she carelessly tuned into us without looking you did not go placing blame, you did not take her side like the cops did, you did not abandon me, but you held strong and did not even spill my book bag in the collision - thank you.
Thanks for carrying my backpack to school each day so that my back wouldn’t get sweaty. Thanks for carrying my groceries home from the market so that I could ride safely with two hands on the handlebars. Thanks for carrying my bike lock everywhere we went so that we were never separated at the hands of a bike thief. Thanks for carrying my water bottle since I don’t have the bicycle water bottle accessory that attaches to the frame of the bike - I don’t need one thank you very much, I have a basket instead.
Tomorrow I will go to the bike man and I will have you replaced by a basket that is not rusty, broken, falling off, and showing the signs of thousands of kilometers of wear and tear. He will probably throw you away and not even recycle you. You will be gone but not forgotten.
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