A love letter to Mol Bubi bike 078982

As I gaze out my window I can see you sitting there, waiting for me. Although all your friends sit there as well, I feel as though you and I are going to have a special connection today. Polyamory is the modern style when it comes to bicycles. Cheaper than the hostile bus with its suspicious agents sowing contempt on every ride, never with you my dear Bubi Bikes. So carefree I can be, and so natural becomes the routine: I bring out my card, I let your sensor register it, and off we go on an (under half hour) adventure. I would never call you cheap my dear, but I would certainly say the 12,000 ft for year of endless rides didn’t hurt my wallet. Even on an evening out when I lose myself to the euphoria of a Budapest night and require an alternative method to arrive to the warmth of home, I know you wont be angry with me, you will be waiting, in most locations in this fabled city where I would need you.

Unfortunately, our union is not perfect.  You will not take me everywhere dear Mol Bubi Bike, you jealously deprive me of my friends who live in the residence near Örs vezér tere. In wintertime, you have a tendency to let your beauty fade. Oh Bubi bikes, it seems you don't maintain yourself so well throughout the harsh months, how your gears squeak and your brakes screech.
Do not fear my precious Bubi bikes, your flaws will not stop our glorious union, nor will it stop the zeal with which I brandish my green MOL card; surely a great provocateur of jealousy to all those around me.

So I end my love letter to you bike 078780: it is you who will take me to CEU today. In my short life I will have many bikes, and you will have many riders, but I will always cherish this moment. Existence is but a fleeting sparkle in the depths of eternity. As Nabokov once put it, it is from the collision of desire and decision that the universe is born. Today I decide to ride you, my dear Mol Bubi bike 078780. 

Jacob Verhagen
Nationalism Studies
Canada

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