Deathtrap (my bike) is in trouble.

I was riding home last night and the back tyre blew.

I took him to my local bike dealer this morning and I think he must have seen me coming.

“What have you done with this bike?” he exclaimed before I was even in the shop.

“This is a Raleigh, it is a good bike. Old but good. Like me. This will not live the winter. You have to give it to me. I will help.

“The chain is dead, the tyre is dead. This bike is nearly dead.”

I felt my heart sink. Before I even opened my mouth I knew that I would agree to whatever he suggested.

“Do what you need to”, I muttered and walked away.