The bike waits for its unknown owner to arrive.

The wheels were now owner by overgrown moss.

The ancient, rusty pedals sit still unable to move.

The duck-bill shaped seat peels away revealing many untold secrets of the past.

the headlights flicker like flames in a fireplace keeping a family warm.

The aged paint falls off daily, uncovering memories full of joy.

The gears no longer hold the power they used to have.

A cobweb forms between the saddle and the handle bars.

The bike waits for its owner to arrive.