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Ditching the Guff19Rusty WheelsAt 12, for Christmas I scoreda brand new BSA bike%u201426 inchesof black and chrome with deadlybrake grips on the handle bars.On HP, ill afforded, it had the caveatthat each day I lug it out of the weatherup five steep cement steps.I always forgot this promise,much like an MP%u2019s pledge,till drumbeats on the rooftold me I needed to rescuemy metal steed, tackle a hurriedbump bump bumping upto the shelter of the back verandah.As sure as shame, my once-prizedtwo-wheeler corroded, arousing remorseover years. Even now, there%u2019s a shredof concern when storms threaten,remembering that unkept vow,wondering if, in my laxity, I%u2019d leftanything of value out in the rain.Guilt, the colour of neglect.