My First Car - J.F. Hire

My first car was a bike. It had three wheels, which many believe would classify it as a trike, but fuck those people.
My attachment to the bike was skin deep, insomuch that I would ride it, fall off, and lose skin.
One day I lost the trike. Some say that it was misplaced by me, but I knew the truth. It was stolen by the old neighbor; he was far too large to ride it.
I called the police on him.
They told me to give the phone to an adult.
Thus began the series of events which involved adults conspiring against me.

Like the tax collectors.