The bike shop had a large assortment of bikes , almost like sweets. It was cool and you needed a new bike. Your old one kinda got run over by a car and so did you.
It did hurt but that was a few months ago. You recovered from the accident and despite your mum telling you not to get a new one, you were going to. Riding bikes were just too important to you .
When you were younger your father taught you how to ride a bike. They were memories carved into your mind. A few years ago, he entered a triathlon and when it came to the bike riding another rider swerved into him and they fell from quite a high point.
It was traumatic to see your father die like that, especially when you couldn't do anything. That's why it hurts you mum to see you ride bikes. But you only do it in his honor.
You spotted this red bike, it looked like your dad's. Smiling, you touched it and remembered how much he loved racing.
"That's a pretty good bike there." This boy said. He was talker than you, thin and had brown hair.
"You ride?" You asked.
" To places. Not professionally or anything. I take it you do " he smiled.
"I do. What's your name?" You questioned.
" Clay, you are?"
"I'm y/n." You started, " but you can call me coach because I'm gonna teach you long distance." He smiled. You always wanted to coach someone in biking and on top of that it gives a good excuse to you riding your bike now.
" Cool , I'm up for it, coach. " you laughed and his heart fluttered , this may be the start to something great.
