“You paid how much?”
The strains of Born to Be Wild blared through the open window.
“40 dollars on EBay”.
“You were so ripped off”.
“Don’t be stupid, it’s a bargain, have to work on it a bit, that’s all”.
“A little? You are dreaming, look at the rust on the thing, where’s the engine”?
“Well clearly it doesn’t have one”.
“So that means you have to peddle it?”
“What’s wrong with peddling for goodness sake, it’s good exercise, I could do with it, my legs aren’t in the best of shape”.
“Mildred honey, you’re 89 years old, how do you think your legs should look?”
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