If you're waiting by the phone like some lovelorn 14 year old with a head full of ideas best left in songs by the Cure, and you're breathing deep sighs, and your mechanic never rings and then it's past shop closing hours and the phone rings out and you know there's a reason you couldn't fix that weird noise yourself and you are shaking with worry for your bike - that's when you know what love is.
Try to face the idea that you might lose each other.
Cry, write some poems and draw a charcoal sketch of the wide open road to remind yourself of the good times you shared.
BONUS TIP: Then spend about six hours online considering a new bike.
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