I saw a kid riding his bike down the street last week. It was fire-engine red. He flew into a yard, jumped off the thing, and left it sitting in a bed of grass with the tires still spinning.
Billy said, “I wonder if that’s the last time he’ll ever get on that thing.”
He said he remembered the last time he got on his. His parents had just bought him a car for his birthday. A Mustang.
“I left the bike …
