We three rode the bikes all that afternoon. I was such a shmuck to waste the money. We rode the bikes to school the next day. It was the first exercise we'd had in years. We were wiped out but strangely we felt good.
College is four years of abstractions.
Our bike ride was real. It was an accomplishment we could see and feel. It also brought us unexpected cachet. These were the bikes that every straight A student, jock, or radical dope smoking, sunglasses wearing, cool as hell hippie, dreamt of as a kid. We peddled to school a couple of times a week.