It was pouring down rain in Portland, Oregon, and David Emami felt like it was the perfect time to go on a bicycle ride. David loved the rain because it kept people inside, leaving much of the world quiet and allowing him to be alone. He decided to bring his bike in his Toyota Previa minivan to the Springwater Trail, which is a popular bike trail that circles the Portland area. He hadn’t touched his bike in years, but after seeing a documentary on the Tour de France on PBS, David couldn’t resist.
David parked his van, pulled out his bike, and tightly strapped on his helmet. His bike was very old, but beautifully maintained. He had purchased it for display purposes at first, but that banana seat called his name, and over the years, he had taken it out on special occasions. It was sparkling red and white and had glittery streamers coming off the handlebars and a red wicker basket on the front. To top it off, it had a shiny bell that David enthusiastically rang every now and then while riding.
He made his way down the level, cement trail, enjoying the blustery weather as he rode through the greenery. Suddenly, a man shouted at him. David looked into the trees and noticed a homeless man that was soaking wet running right at him. “Sir, please help!”
David slammed on his brakes and asked, “What’s the matter?”
The man came closer and said, “Well, you see,” he grabbed David’s handlebars and hollered, “I need that bike!” He yanked it right from David’s grasped, causing David to fall backwards in horror.
“My bike! You can’t take my bike!” he whimpered.
“I’m gonna take it! And I’m gonna sell it!” He threw the bike roughly into the wet grass, cocked his head back, and laughed maniacally. “I’m gonna sell is so I can buy more booze!” He laughed like a crazy man.
David stood back up and demanded, “You give that back right now! I’ll call the police if you don’t!”
The crazy man began barking and growling at David, then started running toward him like a rabid dog.
“Good heavens! You can have it!” David ran as fast as he could to his minivan, leaving the wild man in the distance laughing and howling like a wolf. David got into his car and went home brokenhearted.
David Emami is Alone in Portland is a collection of stories that peer into the life of a middle-aged curmudgeon with a fondness for cats and antiques.
Playfully illustrated with Bitmoji characters, his story comes to life as each day brings a new adventure.
He was obsessive compulsive and mad about antiques. The apartment was covered, top to bottom, in decor that would be more aligned with that of an old woman that peaked in the 1960s. david-emami-takes-on-portland.html
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