August 16, 2012
I went through a lifetime to get to this point. So much time had passed. So often I was ready to give up and resign myself to a continued existence of claustrophobic wraps and racks. How many years did I spend in the dusty, smoky rafters of a garage left to cast-offs and tweakers? When I was rescued from that place and rehabilitated I was originally filled with hope. I heard the shop owner extract a promise from my owner that I would be ridden. Yet there were more years spent zipped up and moved about before this day arrived.