Just like its predecessor. And all those before it.
And there have been many. They have come. And they have gone.
Some have stayed longer than others. But eventually, they all leave. It’s predictable, predestined and inevitable.
It’s not that they’re bad. Their purpose in life is good. Constructive. Well intentioned.
Their final resting places are unknown. All I know for sure is that they had it easier during their stay here than they could ever have imagined or hoped for.
But all good things must come to an end.
And so it is that we offer it up to an enthusiast of all things healthy. We’ll hope that it finds its true potential with its new family.
I speak, of course, of the stationary bike that’s sitting upstairs in the hall.
But, wait. Maybe, just maybe, I should take another look at it. Who knows? After all, this one’s smaller than the others. More compact. Easier to get on and off. Really quite unobtrusive.
My wheels are turning. Unlike the bike’s because it has none but this one may be a keeper. So, give it a whirl, I say to myself. Nothing to be lost and much to be gained.
It still sits, of course. As it always will. I just have to sit upon it. Aye, and there’s the rub.