Riding A Borrowed Bike.

My friend Colton and I were out one day. We had left to the high school field to have a football catch. And what proceeded is horrific. We did not have a catch, but just sat there at the fence and talked about life. It was much more fun to do, though. We never had a catch, and he walked home from the high school, which, apparently, isn't too far. Little did i know he had left his bike leaning up against my house. On the positive side, i got to ride his bike whenever i wanted until he came and got it (which hasn't even happened yet), and on the negative side, it had completely flat tires. Today, i was helping my dad do God-knows-what with his car, and i see the bike, leaning on the vine-entangled wall of the side of my house, looking at my square in the eye. Then, i thought,"Wait. That's a bike. I like riding it. Colton's not here!" So i got on the blasted thing, with the right handlebar bent so low it nearly touched my knee, and rode it to my heart's content. Then i stopped. Then i rode it again. Then i stopped. Then repeated this process many times, until i ended the ride with a nice breezy ride down a tiny hill. 'Twas then i realized it REALLY needed tire air. So tonight, i'm hopefully taking it to my Uncle's to pump the darn thing up. One, because it's nice for Colton to have a freshly air-filled bike, and two, because i get to ride it, and when he gets a new one, i get it!! There's a yard sale tomorrow morning. I hope my mom's signs were noticeable enough. This is, by far, our must publicized yard sale the town has ever known. There is junk spots all around the house, where many objects, such as glasses, my stuff, our stuff, more glasses have been lazily deposited. Just kidding. They weren't lazily placed. I hope to hang out with Colton again, tomorrow. I also hope my blog has been satisfiable as you would've liked. You, meaning the one or two people who will read this. Dankeschon, und Gutennacht.