If you’ve read The Armchair Advocate in issue #2, or followed the story in our forums, you know who Khadijah is. Well I’m happy to report that I saw Khadijah out riding yesterday. She says everything’s good with the new bike. And that’s awesome.
If you’ve read The Armchair Advocate in issue #2, or followed the story in our forums, you know who Khadijah is. Well I’m happy to report that I saw Khadijah out riding yesterday. She says everything’s good with the new bike. And that’s awesome.
That’s great to hear! I loved the story!
Yea, I really liked that story. I bet a lot of us who live in neighborhoods have similar stories.
If you’ve got similar stories, let’s hear em’.
hah…well it’s not anything zine worthy, but i do remember my friends getting abandoned bikes from the IU campus after school was over and bringing them to my basement. One of them was basically a brand new trek comfort bike. One of the regulars (this guy with a mild mental disorder who lived across the street in subsidized/supported housing) at food not bombs told me he needed a bike, so I got a seat for the bike, and brought it to him the next week. upon seeing the bike he freaked. he gave me a big hug, started hootin and hollerin and all and took off on it immediately, thanking me as he rode away.
a couple weeks later while doing messenger work i saw him absoultely FLYING around the city on it, like a 10 year old kid who just got a new bike for his birthday.
Then the next week he comes up to me at food not bombs and says, “hey man, do you have another bike? mine got stolen. I left it outside without a lock and someone took it.” When i told him that i didn’t have one he dropped his head like a grounded 4 year old and walked away sulking.
Not a very happy ending..but at least we ended up on a first name basis. to this day he still yells and says hi when he sees me.