The old bike sits in the backyard, its frame weathered and peeling. Rust spots dot the metal like tiny scars. Cracked handlebars lean against it, ready for a fix. Pedals hang off one side, waiting to be replaced. A chain drapes loosely over the sprocket, making a clinking sound as breezes blow through the yard. Sunlight glints on the gears, casting moving shadows. The smell of old oil and grass stains hangs heavy in the air. It looks like it’s been left out for years, forgotten by everyone.