As we were riding home from the Community Center, I realized that I was all sore, because the seat of my bike was way too close to the handlebars and I was all cramped up. I also noticed that the wheels were so small I had to peddle about three times as much as my mom to get the same distance. I also noticed that when I peddled the bike, my knees came up past the handlebars.
In other words, I was doing way too much work and I looked like a dork.
We decided then and there that I definitely needed a new bike. Then, all of a sudden: "Hey, wait a second! My old 10 speed is still hanging up in the garage!" We rode right over to my grandparent's house to see my mom's old bike. It had been hanging upside-down in my grandparent's garage for about 30 years. She said she got it around 1977. And, let me tell you, it was one cool bike. It had really thin tires, like those racing bikes, and it had the cool curvy handlebars. It was a Schwinn, and it looked really old and "retro", as my mom put it. We didn't waste a minute in getting it up to Marty's to see if anything had to be fixed, and he said it would need new tires and tubes (which we kind of figured, since the tires were literally crumbling off of the wheels). He said it would be ready by the end of the week, and it must have been the slowest week in history. I tried to forget about it to make the time go faster, but that really didn't work. I kept remembering as I saw people riding their bikes down the street, and I just couldn't wait. By the time the end of the week rolled around, I couldn't wait another second. We decided that my mom would ride her bike up to Marty's and my grandparents would drive me there, and my mom brought my helmet. My grandparents drove home and my mom and I rode our bikes (or her bikes) home. I loved it, and it was definitely better than my old tiny bike. I'm so happy with my old new bike, and I can't wait to ride it around everywhere!!!