there are times when i find myself missing my bicycle.

i use to have a bicycle and until i kind of grew too tall for it, and after it broke down one too many times, my dad threw it away.

and now, sometimes, i think that i miss that bicycle.

then it dawned upon me that what i missed was the convenience that the bicycle brought me- being able to travel zip around my neighbourhood in double time. also, during the boring boring afternoons when i was a child, i'd bring my bike down and take it for a "spin".

i took to cycling like fish to water, riding as fast as i could and balancing pretty well for a first-timer (i think) the very first time that i got on two wheels and totally ignoring my mother's dark threats about me falling and breaking my leg; i had always savoured the feeling of wind whipping against my face, blowing your hair back and basically travelling quick.

but still, i cannot say that i miss my bicycle. because i don't. i miss the convenience allowed me by my former bicycle, yes, i enjoyed the times that i spent riding around on otherwise dull days, true, and surely i enjoy cycling- but i cannot say that i miss my bicycle.

because i don't.