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Bike Shop


Growing up, never having a dad

no male figure in my life.

Except my uncle, who I look up to,

owned a bike shop when I was little.

I remember spending hours in a bike shop,

looking at the different bikes and tools.

He inspired me and pushed me,

to be whoever I wanted to be.

I wrestled in high school,

my dad never came,

but my uncle bill was always there,

cheering me on from the stands.

Inspired by him,

I want to run my own bike shop one day,

and hope that I can teach my son,

how to play.

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