Y'know, I really like my bike.
One could even argue that I loved it even.
Hard not to when it's pretty much pried me free from the daily need and wait of those large metal puke machines they call public transportation just to have a way to commute from point A to point B.
But as we say to justify the excuses we make: the grass is always greener - and perhaps even fresher - on the other side.
And Irene's car was smelling absolutely fresh, alright.
Somehow, even in her absence, her presence was just made all the more stronger. I mean, they do say abstinence makes the heart grow fonder, but I don't think this was what they meant by that.
Well - that was a long pause between chapters. There's a very good reason for that, unfortunately, I cannot get into it due to it being quite a personal matter. Rest assured though, the matter's resolved, and we can get this book right back on track. Hurray for that.