When Old Doesn't Move
Having an item that has been used for a long time, maybe some people will feel touched when they see the item can't be used or doesn't work even though it's an inanimate item and doesn't breathe, but the benefits have reduced spending and made it easier for someone to live life, maybe many people can say it's better to throw it away or put it away. put it in a museum but for me the merits of a hero may still have a sense of selfishness but the benefits of inanimate objects have been instrumental in never getting tired until they don't move, maybe this is why I can't let it go even though it is now a highly valuable sight from its history.
How big is your love for inanimate objects or objects that have made it easier for you to work?
Since motor vehicles have mushroomed in my village and become loud noises in the ears at night, before this iron horse roaming like a mouse in the house, I actually had it. This motorbike was given to me by my brother to be used for transportation purposes. This incident started before I entered college. The motor vehicle provided is very simple, perhaps when compared to the current state, which is full of interesting designs and modifications, it looks very far from my old motorcycle, but the age is not a comparison but the experience is greater than the junior.
The benefits that have been provided by this vehicle may no longer be counted like a friend who has sacrificed himself for his friend, this motorbike has made it easy for me when doing activities such as going to the market, gardens, tourist attractions, school, walking with friends, drove the parents to the farm and was most impressive when I had to take people to the hospital.
Try to imagine how much it will cost if I have to rent another transportation?
This is the reason why I can't throw away this motor vehicle or turn it into scrap metal because there are many other areas or companies that need it for iron. For me maybe at this moment my bike is worthless or has no value but actually the high price has been given to me for years without anyone knowing.
The appearance may make you laugh because the design is very classic if you look closely this motorbike is like a vehicle for mountains, hills, fields like a combat motorbike but remember this motorbike has gone to the city even though I should be ashamed of its style.
The green body color with the black engine is in stark contrast to the mountain conquering trail bike style. This motorbike is specially designed based on the condition of my village which still has dirt and rocky roads so it is suitable for traveling around my local area. His role is very helpful in the life of my family because almost every day this inanimate object continues to move down steep, muddy and potholed roads.
I still clearly remember when my father was harvesting corn in the field at that time the weather was raining because the cart to transport the corn was not there so I decided to use this motorbike to transport it, all the corn was filled in sacks and this iron horse started playing with water, muddy on the road in the rain almost all of the body and engine got muddy but that didn't stop him from bringing the harvest to my house.
This is what always haunts me even though now my motorbike doesn't move but I am proud of him because his presence has changed my life and that of my family. Years accompanied me in ups and downs but his sincerity is like having body and soul. Maybe he's worthless but I'll never let him go I'd rather see him in the barn than see him ruined. Value is not everything but benefit is the goal.
You just made me remember days we used to ride bicycles to farm before motorbikes became popular. When k went home the last time, I was shocked to see the old bicycle still being used by my little siblings for play. Though it broke down completely but they resurrected it