driveway, and drove directly over it.
The frame folded.
The front wheel bent badly.
The bike was beyond repair.
Jake just stood there staring at what was left.
He looked too shocked to even speak.
I walked over immediately.
At first, I assumed Gary would apologize.
Maybe offer to pay for a replacement.
At the very least, I expected him to admit that he had made a mistake.
Instead, he looked at the destroyed bike and shrugged.
“It was too close to the street.”
I stared at him.
“You just
