A man and his need for transport

A man needs transport.

Be it to run errands, visit friends, or go to work. Carpooling or taking the bus is all very good, but there are distinct advantages to having you own transport.

The man at home is rather snappy of late. I’m not sure if it is the age or the stress of everyday life. I just keep telling myself – this too shall pass.
Often arguments get heated, ultimatums are issued, doors slammed. On such occasions the man’s ego requires him to ‘leave this house’ in a blaze of dust and glory.
For this personal transport is crucial.

And since ‘down the block’ is the farthest that a ten year old man needs to go, a bicycle is perfect.

Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers challenge, based on photo prompt by Jellico’s Stationhouse