/lit/ - Literature

Amazing, that is what a bicycle is. Some metal scrap, rubbabubba rings and a dickied cushion for your fart conservatory, and you can travel for what feels like forever.
Imagine taking a twenty year old ladies bike without a middle supporting beam, and just revolving your flipflappers, without a care for the future, stranding yourself in the forest. Cold, tired, miserable, hungry. Looking around for anything edible, whilst talking to a mirror. Painful, long and distended death by heavy metal poisoned ponds, and mosquito bites from your worst anxiety breakdown.