Afraid of bicycles

I'm afraid of bicycles. Specially the blue, slow and heavy ones that you sign up for and you can use em through out the city. They call them shared bikes or something. Divvy.  Fuck divvy. It sucks because these bikes are probably the only ones that could not really make you hurt. But you see,  I fell off one of em once... I told everyone there was something wrong with the bike and it suddenly stopped working. Well...  That is partially true. I believe it is not completely true. Or false.

You see. I normally don't ride bikes. Even though I probably love bicycles more than most people. For me. They are kind of similar to girls. I've broken, lost, or fell off so many of them that I'm not completely confident riding them or having them. Even though I know that I'm perfectly capable of riding. I'm even actually pretty good. Even though I might not look like it... 

I've had four bikes stolen from me when I was younger. When the fourth one got stolen,  I think I was 11 or so. I wrote a letter to Iran's president at that time and complained about inequality and how he should raise salaries for teachers so they could be better teachers and raise fewer thieves in my city . I was naive.  I owned my last bike a few years ago and i just left it for some asshole to use it When I left . I didn't ride it that much anyways. It was pretty, but it was uncomfortable  and it used to hurt my ass. also  the security people in my undergrad University wouldn't let me in campus with my bike. They said it's not safe for other people. But they let cars in.

Anyways,  that was the last time I owned a bike. When I moved to Chicago, they started this bike sharing system which was nice. And I used it. As I said,  I love bikes,  but just didn't want to end up hurt and bikeless. That sharing system solved the problem. There wouldn't be any  problems.  So I got myself a key.  And boom. My lazy self from time to time would ride a bike and have some fun.

Until that day. I was riding to meet someone...

For some reason  I was happy and energetic. And was riding kind of fast. I was pretty close when I saw a big hole on the ground. Instead of crossing it like a normal human being I tried to jump it. Which I did successfully.  And then boom. I fell off the bike on my face and my sunglasses left a mark on my face.

When I stood up I was in pain. But looked around to see if no one is laughing. Be a use I'm sure it would be a hilarious scene to see someone like Me fall off a bike.

I walked the bike to where I was supposed to meet someone to tel her I gotta go change n everything.  She asked if I was alright. I said yes.  And told her the bike was all fucked up and I would be back.

I left. Put the bike back at it's dock.  Changed. And went back. For some reason I wasn't happy anymore.  I was not said either, even though I tried to act cool.  Even though I was basically fine and could be much worse.  Even though it was probably my stupidity that made me fall, that's regardless of how the bike was fucked up or not.

I went back to the bar where I was supposed to meet someone. I sat down. Ordered a beer. She told me how she was happy with this guy she was going out with and I wasn't even listening. I ordered a beer and kept on acting like I wasn't in shock.

I still love bikes. I...
Every time I ride bikes I enjoy it. And I'm afraid the whole time. Even though I know I wouldn't fall and That one time was probably my own fault.

You know...  Bikes are kind of like girls. At least for me.

And this was not why I started writing this...