I sit here today all covered in dust. My tires are as flat as a plateau. As my skin turns to rust, I remember the good old days when my wheels were always sprinting. Although my only job was to reach destinations, I would witness a million things...
I helped bunk lectures. I was the third wheel to love stories, the shoulder to cry on for the heartbreaks that would occur.
I witnessed my master make a family and was passed on to their children. I was loved and I was hated.
After thousands of rides through the streets of this city, I finally rest forever.
