Biker boy

The past few months, I'd often walk from our unit to the main gate of our compound to pick-up deliveries or orders. There are times when that walk would happen 4 or 5 times a day, depending on what I've ordered and the frequency to which they'd arrive.

My Dad noticed this frequent back and forth. And he also noticed that each time I'd walk back, it would be with a box or a package.

So, this Christmas, he decided to get me this:

Yup, a Japanese bike with a basket! When I showed this to Mark, we suddenly had a Nakano-flashback and relived our long walks to the Eki while seeing a lot of bikes like this.

Now that I'm a biker boy, it's going to make package pick-ups at the gate a lot more fun!