My Stallion

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