I never knew how to ride a bike. It was time to learn. I went to the bike shop with my mom, hoping to get a fast, blue bike. The manager told us that there was only one bike left. An old, red bike.
“Was this really the only bike left?” I asked.
“I’m afraid so,” the manager replied.
It was better than nothing. I returned home with my new bike and headed outside to learn how to cycle. Soon, I realized the bike was actually as good as any other bike. I raced my friends and beat them all the time. The bike was great and I discovered that looks do not matter after all.