To most kids a bike is a symbol of freedom. A chance to escape the limits of foot travel and roam further afield. Short of donning an imaginary cape and jumping out of a tree, it’s the closest you can get to flying. Maybe the memory of that feeling of flight still resides inside this bike as it sits, kickstand down, tethered in a patch of unmown grass by flat tires and a rusted chain. Or maybe that feeling faded as the rust spread and the bike turned from a faithful steed to a nostalgic lawn ornament.