Crack! My bike starts to wobble and I fall over. I examine my bike and find out the chain has come off a couple minutes from the bike rental we got our bikes from in Destin, Florida. I try to look for help but there is no one in sight. It was just me and my bike.
I don’t know what happened at all. We were all at the hotel and there was 1 bike left to take back to the rental, and I volunteered to take it and just before the corner to turn into the rental my chain just broke right off.
After my chain broke off, I sat there for five minutes waiting for someone to come by and help me fix my bike. My dad was following me so I wouldn’t get lost but I don’t see him in sight either. No one was coming so I took matters into my own hands.
I flipped my bike upside down and took my small fingers and started working the chain back on to the small hinges. I kept trying and trying and boom, I finally did it.
I finally did it and i put my bike upright again and peddled to the rental and turned it in. I also found my worried dad sitting on the bench. I walked over to him and told him what happened, and we went back to the hotel safe and sound.