Look, let me start with this: leaving home was tough. I knew it was time for me to move on. I had been at Spinsleyan for three years, learning the craft of turning my wheels and adjusting to balance. But it was still hard to leave home. I also knew I had to contribute to my home and that I was ready.

I had a plan. Like most bikes, I wanted to serve the community. I wanted to help people transport themselves around campus, and I wanted to help people’s commutes. My plan was to outperform my peers; I wanted to be the most helpful. So, I knew I had no time for love. But I was wrong.