: His lungs burned as he crested a steep ridge. It felt like a "mini mountain" that might be insurmountable, but he kept pedaling [8].
: Once wobbly, they were trued until they spun in a perfect, silent circle. : His lungs burned as he crested a steep ridge
: Initially rusted solid, it became the heart of the machine once cleaned and greased. : Initially rusted solid, it became the heart
Elias spent weeks scouring for parts. He learned the rhythm of a bike: how pushing down on the pedals moves the chain, which in turn turns the wheels [2]. He spent hours sanding the frame, eventually deciding to with bold, contrasting colors to make it truly his own [40]. He spent hours sanding the frame, eventually deciding
The day Elias finally took the bike out, he didn't head for the flat city streets. He aimed for the foothills. He remembered the feeling of being a child again, the of that first ride without help [11, 20].