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 The Flying Bike I didn’t know any bike stores in our town so I searched for one in town I saw an old store that said Ralf’s old bike shop and the letters were faded. And a sign said it was open and the lights were on so I went inside. I saw an old man and he said, “Hello I’m Ralf and I’m the shop owner” I said that I wanted a bike and then he said that his bikes were on sale because the bikes he has are old and needed to be painted, the tires pumped and, the gears checked. I said I didn’t really care and I just wanted a yellow bike. He then said that he had a bike that just got checked. And was yellow and he’d be willing to give it to me for it free. I got the bike and walked it home because I had forgotten to bring my orange helmet. When I got home I got my orange helmet ready and my yellow bike ready too. I checked my helmet and it was fine. When I got outside I started to pedal down the street and then I started to rise!! I slowly stopped pedaling then I found that I noticed that I was going higher. The longer I looked at the wheels and they weren’t on the ground! I started to pedal faster and I began to float. I kept pedaling and I didn’t stop until I was about fifty feet in the air, the town looked like a brownish blur. I looked at my yellow bike and slipped and fell, closer and closer the ground came. The End Article posted March 17, 2011 at 04:20 PM • comment (3) • Reads 1928 • see all articles |
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