I am on my dad’s computer
scanning Craigslist and
stressing over the
purchase of a new bike,
as I am adamant
about getting one that
doesn’t have a sloped bar,
which is a trait of stereotypically
“girl” bikes,
and I don’t want one with
a horizontal bar either,
a “men’s” bike,
so the one I would
really like would have a
half bar,
like my current bike,
that sits without curve on a
diagonal,
and look—
here is a red one,
with the bar that I want,
simple gear shifters,
and just my size of 16,
and it is listed as
a women’s bike,
but I will get it anyway,
so my dad and I
schedule a trip
to pick it up,
and it takes less time than
formerly thought,
only thirty minutes with the
pandemic and all and—
oh right.
The pandemic.
Van Nuys, CA
