i’ve got myself a vintage ride recently. its an elegant pristine little ride, smooth and glistening with newness. after a few long distance rides, screws are starting to get loosen, parts start to clank, the elegant little one is losing its charm. i start to wonder if the ride is suitable for my kind of riding, long distances on not-so-smooth-roads-as-i-had-imagined. i start to wonder if i should just leave this ride and get a more modern replacement.
but i stuck to it, i polished it to regain its pristine-ness, i tighted its screws and parts, i hoped it would endure more distances with me.
because this is the one i choose out of all the rides out there, after all the hunting and scouting. because this is the one that made my heart skip when i saw it. because this is the one i knew would be with me for a long time.
this somewhat resembles my love.
