The day I got my first bike

I had been saving for it longer than I told anyone. The showroom smelled of rubber and floor polish, and the salesman kept calling me “sir” in a way that made me feel like I was getting away with something.

The paperwork took two hours. The ride home took forty minutes and I remember almost none of it — only that I took the long way, and that I kept checking the mirrors to see if the bike was still there behind me.

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