Bicycle
One Japanese friend gave me a bicycle. It was in his parking place for two years. There was no lock. He said it must be stolen from somebody. But in Tokushima, at night, the police are always checking bicycle. If I met them, he told me never to say who gave me that. Because it was stolen two years ago, there was no way to say I stole that.
Both of the wheels were rotten. After I put some air in that, I rode for some times. And then it became flat when I tried to climb Mountain Bizan with friend MN. I got it repaired in the store near the Tokushima central park. The bicycle told me that it was better to change the tires. But in Japan buying a new bicycle is better than changing tires.
