Again with the gang. New Fore-wheel brake, so you’ll go flying over the handlebars! Frame electronically welded like Dad’s car, but otherwise nothing like it, except for its desire to grant freedom, especially when Mom’s acting all weird, crying into a towel and saying nothing’s wrong, go outside and ride your bike.

I can’t, Mom - Dad took it.

He did? He took that, too? My love and my heart and trust weren’t enough?