Tin Toeval cycles through the street. She stands on the saddle because that's fun. She holds the steering wheel tightly.

She looks like a hoop on a bicycle.

It's a strange sight.

Bas is on the sidewalk. He sees Tin driving and shakes his head. "It's going to fall," he says. He runs after Tin. He wants to see how she falls when she falls.

Tin's bicycle swings across the sidewalk, just past the

video store, but she still doesn't fall.

Bas runs across the sidewalk. "Watch out Tin," he shouts. 'You will soon have a collision.

'What?' Tin shouts. Her bike is now wobbling a lot. She drives off"Right away..." Bas screams. He doesn't get any further.

A car drives next to Tin. Her bicycle slides against the car. Tin falls to the side and sits on the roof. Her bicycle clatters to the ground.

Bass holds his breath.

The car stops. A man comes out. He looks at the bicycle. Then he sees Tin. “Get off my roof at once,” he says.

Yes sir,' says Tin.

The man feels his car to see if there are any scratches on it.

Tin is still on the roof.

'Is anything else going to happen?' the man snaps. Yes sir,' says Tin. 'Would you mind putting me on the ground for a moment?

The man grunts something. He grabs Tin and puts her on the ground with a swing. 'And I won't let it happen again-

know,” he says. He gets into his car angrily and drives away. Tin picks up her bicycle. The steering wheel is crooked. Far-

there is nothing wrong.

Bas comes to stand next to her. You're in for another misfortune,' he says.

"Nothing," says Tin. 'Do you know what I want to learn? Standing on the saddle with your hands loose,'

"Then who's steering?" Bass asks.

"Nobody, you idiot," says Tin. 'Of course I have to practice. So you have to hold my bike.' Tin rides the bike onto the sidewalk. "Come then," she says.

Bas strolls to the sidewalk. "I don't feel likYes,' says Tin, 'I understand that, but it has to be some time, otherwise I won't be able to practice.'

"Oh," says Bas.

'Then take the luggage carrier.

Bas takes the luggage carrier.

Tin first sits on the saddle. Then she climbs on top. First one foot on the saddle, then the second.

Bas can hardly keep his bike. His head turns red. Tin takes one hand off the wheel. Then the other hand. She gets up slowly.

"It's not possible," Bas shouts. "I don't keep it."

"Just a little while," Tin hisses. "I'm almost there." She tries to straighten her knees. She is almost standing, but then the bicycle goes diagonally.

Tin immediately jumps off the saddle. She lands neatly on her feet.

The bicycle falls over, and Bas lies under the rear wheel, his one leg is bleeding.

"See," he groans. 'I said so. You'll be in trouble again.'

He crawls out from under the bike and staggers home.

Tin watches him go. "Who should I practice with?"

she shouts. 'Do I have to do everything alone?'

Bas doesn't answer.e holding your bike," he says. the sidewalk.