It's Saturday night.

You're in your front yard working on your moat pad.

Your dad is sitting on the picnic bench, chatting with you as you install a new starter.

You and your friend Alan saved up all year so you could each buy a bike.

Neither one of them is in great condition, but now that school is out, you have all summer

to fix them up.

After a little while, your friend Shanta arrives at your house and he says, hey, Alan's

bike has a flat.

He wants us to come help him fix it.

And you're thinking again, his bike is always breaking down.

It's always got some kind of problem.

At first you were a little jealous of Alan's red razz, but that guy keeps getting flats.

You pat the seat on your brown moat pad.

It's pretty ugly, but at least it's faithful.

You ask your dad if it's cool if you go over to Alan's grandmother to get the bike.

He looks at his watch and says, well, it's pretty late, but hurry up.

Go get it and you can bring it back here to work on it.

When you and Shanta get to Alan's, Shanta heads inside to help Alan with the bike.

Another flat you say when Alan comes out of his house.

I don't even start Alan says tossing you a can of soda.

You hang out for a bit and then the three of you start walking Alan's bike towards your

house.

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