My Super Special Mitchell Bike Dream

by Emmett

Every day, I watch Mitchell walking to and from his stationary cycling class. He moves with this quiet grace, his cycling bag swinging slightly with each step, completely unaware of my existence. I wonder about Mitchell - does he know how to ride a real bicycle, one that travels beyond the confines of an indoor studio?

In my imagination, I’m the one who would teach him. I see us on a quiet street, late afternoon sunlight casting long shadows. Mitchell would be uncertain at first, his hands gripping the handlebars too tightly, body tense with concentration. I’d be right beside him, my hand hovering just beneath the bike seat, ready to catch him if he starts to wobble.

“Breathe,” I’d whisper. “Feel the bike become a part of you.”

Mitchell is so precise in his indoor cycling class, spinning with mechanical perfection. But a real bicycle? That’s different. It’s about feeling the breeze, navigating actual terrain, experiencing the world rushing past you. I wonder if he’d have the same controlled elegance when faced with the unpredictability of a real street.

My mind drifts, picturing the moment he’d finally understand - that magical instant when balance becomes instinct and the bicycle feels like an extension of himself. Would his eyes spark with excitement? Would a smile break through his usually serious expression?

But for now, Mitchell remains a mystery - the boy who cycles indoors, unaware of the world of possibility waiting just beyond the studio’s doors.