The bike was on the dewy grass patiently waiting to be used.

Its wheels are loud like an elephant.

The chain is stuck like wires.

The seat is about to come of like when you loose a tooth.

Its breaks are like a tiny tree branch.

Its bell is a sound of a mouse.

The paint on the bike has slowly came off.

The gear is in the middle of no were wanting someone to ride it.

The bike is come to the end of the line.