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The Bike

Teenagers. And cool. To be it. What if you are fine-line? Not cool. Not un-cool. An unknown. Maybe a Sometimes. How do you get from sometimes to all the time? Use a little genius.
There is a teenager in my neighborhood. He has one of those new types of bikes. The eclectic look of modern and old that seems prevalent in most things these days. It allowed for him to construct a wooden boombox hitched well into the molds of the metal of this low-riding bike. He has added a reflector to a lighted speaker. It is loud. He is 16. I think he is cool, but I do not count. I am an adult.
On Friday, I saw him riding it to school. He is an Unknown.
How long must he ride it to school to become totally cool or total freaky geek? I will tell you.
One week.
He must park his bike nowhere near the utmost coolest kids in school. He must pick the middle class on the verge. Enough cool kids like them. They will show interest in it. The next day there will be two cool kids. The next day, more.
Then he must throw it in his garage after one week. He will have to willingly love it there, buffing it, playing it. He will have to do nothing more than then pull it out occasionally when requested. And suprize everyone a year from now by bringing it to school on a hot, summer no one wants to wear clothes day.

Now the bigger question?
Why do I even care?

Comments

Mike said…
You care because you've constructed a little microcosm of coolness. Maybe a lesson in how to be a hipster. Just trade the boom box for some tight thrift-store pants and you have a metaphor.

And I think he's cool, but then again I am something akin to a near-adult as well.
Brent said…
I think you care because you secretly want a bike. You know you do. Go ahead girl and get yourself one. Ride it and ride it proud.

I sort of want a moped as I think those are super cool. But, unfortunately, everyone would think that I am a drunk who got his license taken away. Decisions, decisions.

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