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Autobiography of Bicycle.
Write an Autobiography of a Bicycle
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I’m a Hercules bike. I was built at a factory in Jurong before being shipped to a tiny bicycle store in the city. In that shop, I was the center of attention. None of the other bikes had my slick design, smart lighting, or Dunlop tyres. The merchant was so pleased with me that he constantly polished me. One day, a dad entered the business with his teen-aged son.
The youngster refused to let go of me the moment he saw me. My father had no choice except to purchase me. I had thought that the youngster would look after me, but I was sorely disappointed. Not only did the dude treat me brutally, but he also loaned me to his sister.
She was still learning to ride a bike, so she fell a lot, scratching off my costly paint. The child, overjoyed to have his bicycle, rode me for kilometers and kilometers, frequently through muddy trails. He never bothered to wash me, and my lovely body gradually got caked with filth. I was also left out in the rain by the boy. Rust soon began to accumulate all over me. My shopkeeper would be astounded if he saw me now.
I’m filthy and rusted. I wish I hadn’t been so lovely in the past. The boy would not have seen me then, and I may have found a nicer owner. Right now, I’m standing despondently outside the boy’s house, wondering what the future holds for me.
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I am a hero bicycle manufactured in Maharashtra I was shipped to a store in West Bengal, I was packed along with many others and was sent to a completely new state. After arriving I was dispatched to a hero showroom. The showroom was beautiful and was well decorated. I was one of the latest collections which constituted of only two piece me and my dear friend. I was blue in color and my friend was red, we were placed at the center of the store decorated with balloons, hanging hoarders and ribbons. One day a family came in which constituted of the parents and their two children one boy and the other girl both of them at once choose me and my friend and soon we arrived at our new home. I was chosen by the girl and the boy took my red friend.
The children were not yet trained to ride bicycles and soon they learnt it, during this period a got some scratches but I must say that I have got a beautiful owner, everyday after ride she used to dust me, when she rode me in mud, she even used to use me with help of his father and she was very obsessed with me, we went to far off places enjoying cool breeze during the evening time. With passing time, the little girl grew up, but she even uses me till date but the frequency has decreased, I was her first bicycle and she still loves me a lot.
