The one who saw us arrive with clothes when we were going for “a quiet plan”, the one who took us to school, the U and even to work. The one that resists all the shortcuts we take to get there faster. The one that walks like this has slightly flat tires and worn paint. The bike, the one that has existed for thousands of years and continues to be the most brutal means of transportation of all. If there is a day for everything, how could there not be a day of the cycle? Happy June 3 and it was said to roll!