So uuuh, this place is almost every time for cars, but i seen someone posting about his bicicle, and since i love mine and what it “made” for me, i decided to post it here.
So. Here comes the story: In 2017/18 i was in a very very bad time, i was like “why am i still living?”, prolly in a pre-depression and everything wasnt making any sense for me, i had not any will to do anything, so, i bought a skate for about R$50. But why? Paying for bus everytime that i needed to go everywhere was pretty hard, and i didnt know how to bike yet.
So, after a month of skating being carried by my friends with their bikes, i asked one of them: Hey, lets go to that place, i learn how to use a bike, you learn how to use a skate, and here i go, and, after 30min i was biking and it was soooooooooo incredible.
Then, i asked my parents for a bike and every answer was “no, there is no space etc etc”, and they gave me a card for that city bikes. Every time i was anxious, i came down for a station and pick a bike. And here is where the problems begun. Sometimes, there was no bikes, and when it had, it got some fucking problem like NO BRAKES. It was pretty bad when i walked down some station just wanting to relax and cant find any bike.
After all 18 living with that thing where sometimes i just came back to my house and cried, at the end of the year i received a pretty good news. Day 14 of december of 2018, i received R$5000 for being at the first place of one national test. The day after? I went to a bicycle shop and found the bike that i searched every fucking day when i was just dreaming to have one. R$1600 was the price and i was like, yeah, just gimme, even it being a used bike(problably for a year atleast, since its the 2017 model)
So, everyday i was in a bad state, i just took my bike and boom, i lost 10kg in 1 week in that thing. But, in the middle of it, there was a thing that, man. fuck fuck fuck. Day 19 of december, i went for the night and it become a pretty hard night for me, and when i came back home, i vocally fought my dad. Then, after the rest of the day just willing to die, i decided to go biking, at 10pm, the result? 6 guys tried to assault me and steal my bike, but, for the force of god(it was a pretty intense moment that i really dont know how nothing happened to me or my bike), i just took some bruises and my bike too.
Here is a pic of it and there is too much stories still, since i use it for everything of the day, even going to far places.
I had to put it on the bike rack, but she is at my home cause i took it there to give her a bath