Rino's Rental Bike #4

My relationship with Rino's rental bike #4 was a stormy one. In the beginning, I was impressed with #4's beautiful blue hue, fat tires, mild shock absorbers, and sweet kickstand.

We cruised around the island waving at people on scooters and admiring the ocean views. We went to the beach. We talked about having a picnic. We talked about our future together.

Then it began to rain, and when we couldn't be an further from home, rental bike #4 derailed its chain. Two tourists on a scooter stopped to help; rental bike #4 resisted help and tried to eat my finger between its spoke and chain. There was bloodshed. The tourists apologized and drove away, but I was rescued by four burly men. They showed rental bike #4 who was boss, lifted it over their heads in the rain, clutched its chain in their giant paws, and put #4 back in its place. We made it back home without any further rebellion.

The next day I decided to give #4 another chance and embarked on a round-island trek. Ten minutes into our trip, we stopped to admire a Catholic church. When I stepped back on rental bike #4 to ride to our next location, it locked up it's chain, my ribs connected with the handlebars, and we toppled onto the church lawn. I grabbed rental bike #4 by its handlebars and sternly walked it back into town and exchanged it for rental bike #3

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