My bike

My bike wanted me to take it for a ride. I said that I was too busy with work, but if it wanted to, it could go for a ride by itself. My bike said yes. 

I looked up from my work at one point and saw my bike waving at me as it rode up and down the street. I waved back. 

After another hour of work I looked up again and saw my bike waving frantically as it rode by, saying, “Look at me, look at me! I found some friends!”