The car and the bicycle

In a garage, a very beautiful flying car and model of the year 2030, looked angrily around the place, where the friend of its recent owner had lent him, while the special place where it was going to be permanently was finished being prepared. Trebejo discovered an old and dilapidated bicycle, whose best years had already passed decades ago, without having to pass the time, wanted to talk in his own way with that old man and went with contempt and boastfulness to the machine that looked at him with surprise and admiration.



Hey, you! You should already be in the garbage or in the old irons, don't you think? What are you still doing here? You just steal space from other more modern tools or devices that would have more utility, in addition to your pitiful state, if you work you must be so slow that it must be better to walk than to travel on you, if your wheels still work, your frame is already very rusty and your chains and nuts are moldy and full of patina, really, it's a shame just see you! You are made a scarecrow that I think they have you here hidden, so that you do not scare the other machines and people ... and I ask you without offending:

Why does your master keep you, if you are no longer good for anything?

The bicycle without showing resentment for the words of the incredible but superb car,

he replied:

-It is true what you say, however, I have something more valuable, than you, totally lack. When he felt the fabulous car referred to in a derogatory way, he could not resist the desire and began to laugh with great uproar and noise, intermingling his mocking laughter with the words, he said to the bicycle:

-Ha, ha, ha, what can you have that I don't have and also, ha, ha, ha; Look at yourself, if you ever had good years, which I doubt, they have passed a long time ago, ha ha ha, and I can't even imagine how they were. How dare you compare yourself to me! You're not even worth a spotlight on my side LEDs. To begin with, I am descended from an aristocratic luxurious breed of classic flying cars, with very limited units and a sports line. Not only do I provide transportation by land or air and comfortable trips near or far, at extreme speed,

but safe




My interior is lined with fine and valuable black deer imitation leather, but much improved, with sandalwood and gold-plated finishes; travelers go comfortably seated, enjoying music, television, video calling on Cel, at any time and anywhere. My climate is artificial according to the taste of the travelers, I reiterate my ultra-speed thanks to what you are witnessing: My aerodynamic shape that makes me offer passers-by extreme safety, my chassis and style is of incomparable and exquisite beauty, worthy of Kings. In general, all my finishes are very expensive and I have the most beautiful and sensual color that a car in my class can have: Red.

-My tires are very wide, unpunchable and they recover themselves in any inopportune eventuality, and when I travel on land, with a prodigious grip in the curves, because I have moldable wheels in combination of titanium, silicon and platinum. Also, do not go away with the chant of: "I am ecological, I do not pollute", because I assure you that I take care of the environment more than you, because I have the most advanced catalytic converters that exist today. My driver can put me in self-driving mode and I, having a supercomputer connected to a central matrix, can automatically travel and navigate alone.

-Modesty aside, (he continued to assert), my Hsolid-combustion engine is the envy of the entire automotive branch that only serves to go slowly and uncomfortably from one place to another.

-I represent the ideal dream of most humans, who would gladly give a year of their lives, for just being able to handle me for one day! On the other hand, you, you are an old mechanism, peeling and colorless friend. Surely whoever dared to travel in you, was risking his life. So, I do not understand, what do you mean, when you tell me that you have something that I do not possess? If I have already shown you the wonders of my power and constitution and you are nothing but a pathetic wretch, my dear and you are worthless artifact.


Without getting upset, the bike answered in the least:

-I grant you everything you have said, when you are puffed up when comparing yourself to me, there is too much difference! Throughout my eventful but happy existence, apart from serving as transportation, I had a lot of various trades and professions: physical therapist when taking care of the vital and reinforcing exercise of the lungs and legs; full-time teacher by being a means of expressing entertainment and healthy recreation to unite and amuse my owner's family, "interplanetary ship and caravel" of the imaginary adventures of my infantile masters.



Nanny on family outings, psychologist in the area of psychomotor skills, balance and muscle-sight and hearing coordination, Counselor, when on a trip I was the only confidant of happiness or misfortune, and once I witnessed the first kiss of pure and chaste love of my owners as teenagers. Messenger with mostly happy news, although sometimes for life reasons I had to transmit sad news. Do not think that I was always holy and innocent, once I won or lost clandestine racing bets, I accompanied fleeting adventures of furtive lovers or carried in my basket not so legal fruits, of ill-gotten gains, well that was a season that they forced me to rob me from my master's house and used for misdeeds, although fortunately I was acquitted and returned to my home, to continue with my routine obligations. In addition, although I was never a race vehicle, do not think that it




was slow, rather, for a long time my work was loading, so my accessories were of a robust machine, although over time and almost on the point of retirement, they reduced me the basket and the grill, to rest.

-Without interruption from the part of the car, which was confused, the old bicycle continued talking. -I represent a sign of enduring truth, perhaps I was never a symbol of technology, ostentation, luxury or power, but of a laborious and simple life, but full of satisfactions and good fruits and I was never a passing whim, like you, who , In a few years, you will be out of date and out of fashion, your image is colorful and attractive but empty, I am sure that you would break down or suffer a real Shock if you were put to the test in a true emergency, such as a fire or the emergent transfer of seriously ill. Your occupation is one of props and presumption, sometimes I think that vehicles like you are only a pathetic reflection of the poverty of spirit of their owners, that their only wealth is material, without essence or true spirituality, they do not value or love the others, only assimilation, the only thing that moves them is the value of money and pride, and when they offer help, they only think about how to take advantage of that act, their social indifference is cruel and without heart, or feelings, they do not others matter if not to use them for their selfish purposes.

-That's right, my self-weighted latest model, your luxury and appearance are nothing but the projection of supposedly successful humans, but that most of the time, they measure everything with monetary value, instead of qualifying it with moral, charitable values, social and virtuous. That doesn't matter to you at all.

-Maybe your owner with the cost of just one of your tires, which you brag so much, could support an orphan child or a student, maybe get a girl out of a bad life, and even feed a family for a month whole or longer, but no! I would rather die than lose your most valuable possession and lose your pleasant life for a short time by giving up some of your goods, even if it were one of the expensive rugs that adorn you or an ashtray.


-On some trip I have witnessed blows, even lawsuits made by car owners like you, just because some child or a windshield wiper, the kind that abound in the corners, have dared to clean those expensive windows with their flannel, and even accidentally scratch the dazzling paint of the vehicle, and if they do not pay the damage they will end up in tutelary or jail, until the car owner decides, Poor rich cars, that like their owners, only I pity them! -They believe that happiness is bought, they assume that wealth provides true joy and they think that love is a matter of ostentation and possession of physical beauty, of good clothing that shows the brand on its label to show that it is expensive, a ostentatious cell phones, trips abroad, banquets, glitzy and posh parties, and finally showing off to others the wealth they have.



-However, who am I, but a poor and senile bicycle, to talk to you like that? I know that those of your class only listen to what they want to hear, most of the time, what others say they don't care. And to finish, I will tell you that you are right, I am too old, when I was born they gave me to my first owner who was the grandfather of your owner's friend, thanks to me, he was able to transport himself to his work for years and thus he was carving out the future of each of his children, thanks to him who relied on me, he was able to form a small capital, with which he saved himself from public transport, and thus he managed to become independent and I help him to distribute his product to his clients. His small business grew and he inherited it to one of his children, along with me, and in that way they lowered my level to messenger, although the work also decreased, later they retired me and with some adjustments and a good painting, I became part of the family entertainment, my current owner, the grandson of my first master, used me very little, since I used a luxury tourism-class bicycle and all aluminum to ride, but in a few years it broke down and its valuable parts were sold to a good price, later he bought a motorcycle and I never used it again.

-I remember that the father of my last current owner received me, when I was a child, with great joy and in those childhood years, together with his other sisters and brothers, they used me for some time as entertainment of great fun and that is how I passed from hand to hand in the hands of several members of the family, always with reinforcements and arrangements to look more presentable, safe and fun. When they grew up they all stayed abandoned in this garage and although I have been in disuse since then, I do not know, because they have not thrown me away, they hung me here but they have never wanted to get rid of me. And it is more in the living room of the house, there is a photo where the three generations of this family are, the founder of the family business, the grandfather, the father and my current owner that is mounted on me, in the middle of the father and the grandfather. What do you think of this my good vain car?

You must be measured when giving your opinion and never despise the elderly, only because they are already useful to us, because many times they were the founders of large companies or dedicated professionals and excellent people, perhaps kind housewives, workers, employees, servers public and even merchants or workers on their own. All of them deserve respect and understanding, since thanks to their efforts, their descendants have inherited a better existence, a more human vision of life and sometimes even a more comfortable existence.

-He finished talking, the rickety bicycle. The car no longer answered, it simply remained silent and an atmosphere of reflection and admiration, she spread out in the atmosphere of that dingy and dirty garage.

 

You have provided us with a wonderful story almost like the ones we learned in elementary school Aesop's Fables. It is very true, we should never underestimate something or someone simply because they look or are old. I have enjoyed this read and overall the moral of the story...

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Muchas gracias por compartir. Parece un buen artículo hasta ahora. Realmente lo disfrute. Andar en bicicleta siempre es agradable, sin duda. Si tienes algunos amigos juntos, la emoción aumenta. Ya tengo alguna gira con mis amigos como la historia que compartiste aquí. No monté ahora. Después de la pandemia no hicimos una gran gira. Pero generalmente juego juegos en línea. Esencialmente juegos relacionados con casino tiradas gratis aquí https://casinoschilenos.online/tiradas-gratis/ ¿Te gusta jugar este tipo de juegos en línea?