What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?

Every day as I take my old Federal bicycle out from its resting place, my heart is filled with a sense of gratitude and fondness. Its paint, although it has been repainted recently, once vibrant, has faded over the years, now carrying the scars of many rides through countless storms and sunsets.

But the bicycle, made around 1997-1999, has always been a symbol of consistency in my life, a constant companion that carries me through the bustling city streets of Indonesia to work, faithfully, every day. The frame, although weathered, is robust, baring the mark of the legendary durability Federal bicycles are known for.

When I first got it, I was taken by its craftsmanship, each part meticulously designed and assembled for the utmost comfort and reliability. Its resilience is evident in every part, from the sturdy handlebars that have weathered thousands of grips to the unyielding pedals that have borne the weight of countless rides.

The wheels, slightly worn but no less efficient, still spin as smoothly as the day they were made. This bicycle is a testament to the remarkable ingenuity that Federal invested in their products, a nod to a time when things were built to last, and to serve faithfully.

As I ride through the city streets, the wind breezing past my face, I feel a sense of freedom and contentment that only this bike can offer. The soft hum of the rotating wheels is a comforting lullaby, the gentle vibration of the frame beneath me an echo of the many miles we have traveled together.

I revel in the familiarity of the rhythm, the bike and I moving as one entity through the ebb and flow of the morning traffic. The bike, with its rich history, has become an extension of myself. We have become a part of each other’s stories, intertwined in a dance of coexistence that transcends the years and miles.

The bike is not just a vehicle for transport; it’s a storyteller. Each scrape, each chip on the paint tells a story. Together, we have navigated challenges, celebrated victories, and endured losses. It has been there, faithfully waiting, on my darkest days and my most joyous ones.

It has borne silent witness to the ebb and flow of my life. In its quiet, steadfast way, the bike has offered me a sense of stability and purpose, a reassurance that regardless of what changes, some things remain constant.

As I embark on yet another journey, I feel a sense of profound respect for my companion. This bicycle, my 2000 Federal, is more than just an object; it’s a piece of history, a testament to time and endurance. It’s a symbol of my commitment to a healthier, more sustainable lifestyle.

But above all, it’s a cherished friend, one who has stood by me, unfaltering, for many years. As I pedal away, I am reminded once again of its timeless charm, its unwavering dependability, and the countless memories we have created together.