My Stallion! My treasure! My friend! My well-wisher! That’s
how I describe my white metallic bike.
My stallion has a head with two types of vision. His vision
can be tuned based on my command - left or right. He has two long ears. I can
turn them in whichever way I want, but he makes a sound when he no longer bears
it. He doesn't have legs, but he has two circled wheels that make him move. He
doesn't have a tail, but he has a cute curved back.
I have a mask like a warrior that makes me so proud and takes
me to the ancient days. It is such a brave thing to slide into the huge trucks,
luxury cars, and extended buses. When I slightly touch his left ear, he slows
down and when I slightly pinch his right, he flies forward. I, my stallion, and
my mask win many, many battles every day.
When I wash him, he feels refreshed. He is tired of long
rides under this hot sun. When he stands on his kickstand, he looks like a
rearing horse. So beautiful!
Riding my bike provokes many feelings in me. He is sad, when
I am sad. He cheers me up when I am on him. My riding reveals my attitude and
my voice reveals my feelings. No one hears me, but my mask and my bike do. Every
single trip gives me a sense of relief J
