For many people in the 1980s and ‘90s, riding a bicycle was an important part of daily life. These vehicles carried not only the burden of life, but memories too. For me, my bike was more like a companion who accompanied me throughout my childhood. There was a relationship between us that taught me the joy of moving forward, but also left me with painful scars when I fell. When my bike had outlived its usefulness I decided to disassemble it and record its parts in a specimen-like manner. I wanted to freeze it forever but, more importantly, I wanted to remember my childhood memories.