>>1621673Chikane waved cheerfully at the neighbor as she rode by, totally obvious to their half-stunned/half-delirious staring. What was their problem? It was such a nice day to go for a bike ride, clothing would only get in her way of the breeze.
Besides, she made it a point to only attempt the bold notion in the next town over. No one would recognize her, especially not with her notoriously long hair worn up in a braid and with her glasses off.
She only planned on a brisk ride up and down the neighborhood street, after all. Her clothing was waiting safe and sound behind a bush just outside the road.
Two blocks was plenty. Chikane sighed pleasantly, then began to turn around... when she stared down in wide-eyed shock.
Each of her tires were flat. The bike wasn't going anywhere. All she could do was helplessly climb down, bare foot, painfully aware of the long walk back away from town... and her abandoned clothing.
