You are the ancient bell on my bike drilling for help but know one answers

You are the the handles on my bike that look like the horns of a bull

You are my dirty old bike tied onto a tall thin silver birch tree

You are the light on my bike flashing at night because you are scared of the dark

You are the tires that are as squat as a mushroom

You are the seat on the bike that gets really cold every winter

You are the peddles that are know longer getting warm by someones foot

You are the bike that sobs because know one rides you any more