A sad, sad story

Boy, do I live in a poor neighborhood! How poor, you ask? Just check out this picture I took of some kid riding his bike:



I could hear the impoverished lad coming from a block away. Rims grinding on the pavement, rusty chain squeeling. Sadly, the kid couldn't even sit down and rest his legs from all the metal to asphalt friction. The bike was not only without tires, but sans saddle, too.

He rode away before I could offer him any of my old, unused parts.