The years passed and Bluey spent his time being well looked after and riding with a whole family of bikes. They would go on exciting trips together and afterwards return to a nice warm garage.
Gradually over the years though his family grew up and grew apart and he was left for longer and longer spans of time in the warm but lonely garage.
Bluey thought he was forgotten. He began to hate his owners. How could they desert him like this?
This hatred grew into a deep held grudge and he vowed if he was ever needed again he would make his owners life hell.. show who was in control.
The years passed....
and the years passed...
And then one day sunlight. Bright sunlight and what was that... The touch of someone oiling him up and rubbing down his brakes. He couldn't help but feel a bit of excitememt. Oh ... maybe, he thought, it hadn't been his owners fault, maybe it hadn't been that long, maybe he could just forget it and enjoy the world around him once more. But, to no avail!
He found himself in a dark, grey, smelly city with road upon road, car upon car and building after building. He hated it. There were no special trips or fun journeys. The same old road/car/road/car... what was worse was there was no safe place for him to rest. He had to endure the horrible grey outdoors all day and all night. The snow, the wind, the cold , the rain, the dirt. Bluey hated life he wanted it to end. He wanted to make his owners life hard. He didn't want to help her... why should he?
He began advertising himself as a good target hoping to be taken to a new home and then one day it worked. Someone new came along and took him away. He was filled with hope but his life was then even harder. He was taken to a dump and thrown away. Bluey died. This was not the end.
You see Bluey had a twin and they shared one heart. Blueys twin was soon sent to replace Bluey 1 and the torment continued.
The hate was even stronger. Again Bluey advertised himself for being taken but this time only a wheel was set free. The next time someone tried to rescue him they didn't succeed and he ended up all twisted and broken. Oh. This was even worse. It seemed all people were horrible.
What Bluey didn't know was his owner loved him; Each time something happened she got him fixed and mended .... she couldn't help that she couldn't give him the life he wanted.
Bluey still hated her. He came up with a new plan. One day he was parked on Oxford Street and suddenly a thought came to him. He liked the bright lights and the buzz... maybe he could stay here. When his owner came to collect him he bit off her key in his lock and she couldn't take him home. "yay" he squeaked ... what could she do now? But night fell and the next night and the next night and he started to realise he was still outside in the cold but he was getting stiff. Oh. If only it could end? But there she was... with a giant pair of cutters and he was free and his life continued.
Bluey got more depressed and more rusty.
More desperate.
One day he couldn't take it anymore and decided to explode. His tyres blew up and he couldn't be cycled. But... his owner loved him. She carried him home. She felt sorry for him not angry. She realised how much she needed him and she loved him. She took him to the friendly shop and asked for them to give him special treatment. Clean him and polish him. Oil him and rub him down. Give him new tyres and take off the horrible mud guards. Make him in to a road bike. Then maybe he would be happy :).
THE END
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