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My car tyres are going bald, most probably cancer. That would just be my luck. I once had a bike that got AIDS. Please don't ask. Seeing it just fall about, a nut here, a bolt there, the broken spokes, the clunking chain that would turn no more. It's rusty revolutions. Disintegrating in front of my eyes, like Tom Hanks in Philadelphia. Seeing a BMX brings it all back. Once at a car boot sale, I bought 3 car boots only to find they were broken but on a positive, someone bought my shoes, even though they weren't for sale. I walked home, socks on feet, the rain seeping through, the car boots on my back clunking, I was thinking life really isn't so bad
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
my bike had AIDs
My car tyres are going bald, most probably cancer. That would just be my luck. I once had a bike that got AIDS. Please don't ask. Seeing it just fall about, a nut here, a bolt there, the broken spokes, the clunking chain that would turn no more. It's rusty revolutions. Disintegrating in front of my eyes, like Tom Hanks in Philadelphia. Seeing a BMX brings it all back. Once at a car boot sale, I bought 3 car boots only to find they were broken but on a positive, someone bought my shoes, even though they weren't for sale. I walked home, socks on feet, the rain seeping through, the car boots on my back clunking, I was thinking life really isn't so bad
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 4:03 PM UTC
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