New theory: Kreig really must be so sort of ti-travelling caveman. That can be the only explanation as to how hes able to go until his late 20s (early 30s?) without ever learning how to ride a bike. Either that, or he just grew up in a region so poor that he never had access to a bike. Assuming such a place still exists.
Erica racked her brains for an explanation while Kreig fumbled around with the bike, trying his best to get back on it despite his legs trembling.
In other words Kreig grew up in a poor, rural village in so random country (Russia? He is very pale, after all) where everybody knew everybody and that kinda stuff. There, he only did two things: physical labour (obviously; look at him!) and art. Then, one day, so guy (probably a governnt official or undercover FBI or sothing) ca around on so mission or whatnot and stumbled across Kreig, who was clearly a modern master of arts.
Whether he then kidnapped Kreig or not is uncertain, but what is clear is that Kreig went on to beco so highly valued secret artist for only the highest echelons of society. To the rest, he was a total unknown.
Well, it was this theory or Kreig as a ti-travelling caveman. Either one was similarly likely.
After falling one more ti from the bike, Kreig finally just put it to the side, turning to Erica with a desolate look on his face. Forgive , but I doubt I could ever ta such a contraption.
Huh? Those words roused Erica from her mindless pondering. Oh no, youre not! I cant let you join civilized society without knowing how to ride a bike. Co, co, Ill teach you, fair disciple
Sohow, her words didnt seem to comfort Kreig in the least.
Okay, look, you almost got it right, so it wont be any trouble learning, okay? First, you sit on the saddle - yeah just like that, and then you hold onto the handle. Easy. But any old sod could do that. In a protective asure, she put her hands on the handle, right on top of Kreigs hand. So, the thing about riding bikes is that youre pretty much surviving on montum and balance. You really cant hold it upright if youre standing still, so what you need to do is
At this, Erica tried to create so montum by pushing the bike forward. However, with Pigsty being an imnsely heavy bike and Kreig sohow being even heavier, she wasnt able to do more than puff and grunt.
Y-, you need to move the bike. Get it rolling, and stuff. She turned her head to look Kreig in the eye. Got it?
I believe I might.
Erica wasnt sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her, but his face seed a little flushed. Wonder why that might be?
Well, just kick yourself going and Ill be right behind you, okay?
He nodded sharply. A small kick to the round brought Pigsty to a gentle roll. One more and it was moving at a simple gait.
A little faster, Kreig! And then put up your feet!
With a final kick and the bike at an amicable trot, Kreig folded his feet, placing them on the pedals. In a matter of seconds the bike, forrly stable and sure, began to tremble and jerk here and to as the handle thrust back and forth in Kreigs white-knuckled grip. He was able to keep the bike rolling for around five seconds before it buckled out under him, the handle giving a final twist to the right to end the trial.
Kreig huffed, pulling his long black hair out of his face.
Hey, that was great! Erica cheered. A few more tis and Im sure youll get it right!
He looked over to her, his face briefly flushed with sha and reluctance. Then, upon seeing her excited face, it seed to simply wash away. Yeah, alright.
Teaching Kreig to ride a bike took an hour or two, and this was solely due to Ericas excitent. Had she not been as supportive as she was, Kreig would surely have given up the second he realized he couldnt instinctually ride a bike. But that was not the case. No, instead, he made good progress, often with leaps and bounds, until he was finally able to ride the bike for several minutes at a ti, his abilities only hampered by his mild fear of falling.
The rest, about where to keep his gaze and how the traffic rules worked, could surely be taught on the way ho.
Youll buy Pigsty, then? the shopkeep - Anna - asked, her eyes glimring. Erica wasnt sure if she had been excited by greed or sothing else, but seeing an acquaintance happy made her happy as well.
Of course! You will, wont you?
Yes. Assuming I have enough to purchase it.
A fair assumption that worked out well. The clock was 15:26, and it had only taken him like four hours to get a bike. A very reasonable amount of ti. And so, they headed ho. Had Kreig been a bit more proficient with the bike Erica might have requested that he pedal while she sat on the carrier behind him. However, since she wasnt much interested in breaking an arm this particular day, she decided to ignore that idea and just spend ti walking with Kreig.
During this ti, Erica tried her best (she really did) to teach Kreig the various rules that ca with riding a bike. Sure, lots of guys liked to just follow their own rules and ignore everything else, assuming that the cars would simply swerve out of their way, but this was not sothing Erica could accept. The day Kreig beca such a miscreant was the day she gave up trying to figure him out.
This didnt go all that well, however, since Kreig had pretty much nothing to stick it to. He could understand the words she said, but placing them in a context was impossible.
And so, Erica hatched a plot. A simple, easy plot. She led Kreig to her house.
Her ho was really just a small apartnt she rented cheaply. It had a good placent and was pretty high off the ground, so she liked it, although it was nowhere near as big and nice and Kreigs.
She left Kreig below the apartnt complex to keep track of his bike. Bike thieves were a bit of a problem in this particular city, but with Kreig holding down the fort, not a single soul could possibly try to steal it. anwhile, Erica fetched her bike.
Her bike was of the simple sort, with its only real marking being that it was entirely yellow. Other than that, it was a normal ladys bike.
Up for a ride around town? Erica asked with a glint in her eye.
Kreig fiddled with a stray strand of hair. I suppose so.
She slapped him on the back two tis. Hey, no worries, youll do great! And if you dont, Ill protect you. Promise. A sly grin found its way onto her face while Kreig flushed.
If you say so, then I will trust you.
And so, they biked.
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