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Lincoln and his best friend Clyde were standing out in the front lawn of the Loud house, looking down at it.

"It's nice, but I'm kind of surprised you chose a pink one with streamers and a basket."

"I didn't choose it," Lincoln sighed. "It's a hand-me-down from Lori." Clyde perked up right away.

"This was Loris' bike?" He kneeled down and started examining every facet of the bike, totally enamored with it. Lincoln suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at Clyde's borderline unhealthy obsession with Lori.

In his big, crazy family hand-me-downs were a fact of life. He thought back to a few of the more notable ones; Leni's sparkly shirt, Luans old ventriloquist dummy, Luna's old electric guitar and Lynn's… Well, that was better left unsaid and buried under the other hand.

"I don't think this bike is gonna fit under your bed, Lincoln."

"I know, I've already tried. But I definitely can't ride it. It's embarrassing."

"Hey, look! Lori even got you a personalized plate!" Lincoln looked at the back of the bike and under the seat was the plate, his name in sparkly pink cursive. "She's so thoughtful…"

"Uh… yeah," Lincoln muttered. He picked up a roll of duct tape and wrapped a strip around the plate, wondering why Lori would use her hard earned money to add this on.

The sound of a bike bell ringing drew both his and Clyde's attention. They looked down the street to see three boys pedaling down the street. They came to a stop right in front of them and Lincoln suddenly felt glad he had just covered the plate.

"Nice bike kid!" The middle one taunted, his helmet pulled so low that it covered his eyes.

"Yeah, that bike is so lame that it… it… I've got nothing."

Lincoln quickly came up with a bluff. "You guys think this is mine? Please! This is my sister's. I'd totally show you my bike but it's in the shop." He nodded, throwing the roll of tape away. "Yep, getting her totally tricked out. And I'm getting the brakes taken off, because, you know, brakes are for wimps."

"Woah," the biker with the orange hair said. "That sounds sick!"

"Oh it's sick alright," Lincoln played along. "Temperature of one hundred and two!"

"I can't wait to check this bike out! Bring it to the park when it gets back."

Lincoln's cocky smile faltered for a second and he felt a pit in his stomach open up as he realized the flaw in his act. "Oh… uh. I… uh,"

"We'll be waiting for you. Later!" The bikers pulled off the sidewalk and continued their ride down the street. Clyde too had realized the problem. He waited until the bikers were out of sight until he pointed out the obvious. "Uh, Lincoln, what are you gonna do? You don't have a sick bike."

Then, like a godsend, Lynn came barreling down the street on her bike. "Look out! Sick bike coming through!" They both stepped out of the way for Lynn. She hopped onto the sidewalk, popped a wheelie and slid backwards into the garage without stopping. She walked out of the garage and went back inside the house.

Lincoln walked to the entrance of the garage, a new idea dawning on him. He looked at Lynn's bike. A legitimate bike with a steel gray body, blue finishes and a red plate in front of the handles, a much better sight than what he had now.

He looked back to Clyde. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"About how Lori gets her hair so shiny?"

"No, I'm just thinking about Lynn's bike. I'll just borrow it for an hour, show it off to those guys, and then I'm off the hook!"

"That sounds like a really dumb plan. And I'm totally in!"

They high fived and split apart. Lincoln got on Lynn's bike and Clyde on his and peddled off to the park.

Lincoln came to a stop on a mound of dirt overlooking the park. The bikers were down below riding in circles on a worn dirt path. He called out, "Hey guys! Feast your eyes."

They all peddled in front of the mound and looked up at him. "Woah-ho-ho! That bike really is sick!"

"Yeah," the short one said, looking beyond Lincoln. "And that bike is sick too… and not in a good way." Lincoln looked back to see that Clyde had rode here on a mustard yellow tandem bike.

"What? My parents tandem? I'll have you know when two riders are on this hog, it could burn some serious rubber."

"Well, anyway, we should bail. You probably won't see me riding this thing again. I like to keep it in the garage so it doesn't get dinged." He turned the bike around to leave when the orange haired kid called out, "Wait! How would you like to be our new leader?"

"Hey! I thought I was your leader," the short one whined.

"Sorry Papa Wheelie, you're out."

Papa Wheelie gave a frustrated exhale. The orange haired kid turned his attention back to Lincoln. "I'm Rusty Spokes, and this is Flat Tire," he said as he gestured to the other biker. "What's your handle going to be?"

Lincoln thought of a fitting name. "Hmm… how about Chain Linc?"

"Sick…" Rusty and Flat Tire murmured. Clyde looked concerned. He leaned over to Lincoln. "Lincoln, you can't join their crew! You gotta get Lynn's bike home!"

Lincoln ignored him, instead thinking of a nickname for Clyde. "Hmm, how about we call you… Two Seats?"

That quickly changed Clyde's tune. "Okay, I'm in."

Now the leader of the pack, and all little distractions out of the way, now Lincoln could really try out this bike. "Okay guys… let's ride!"

They rode out of the park and around the town giving Lincoln the chance to feel out the bike. It was objectively better in every way to his hand-me-down; turning, speed, breaking. He broke off from the gang and returned home.

He peddled up the driveway and into the garage, coming to a stop where he had first got the bike. He got off and put his helmet to the side when he heard someone coming. He backed up behind a table and crouched.

Lynn walked in none the wiser that he bike had been borrowed. Lincoln cringed when he noticed that he had put his helmet right next to Lynns. She didn't seem to notice, instead putting her helmet on and peddling off.

With the coast now clear Lincoln stood up from his hiding place. This should be easier than I thought. He loitered around for a few minutes until he heard the sound of spinning wheels. He retook his position and Lynn rolled in, pulled a U-turn and came to a stop facing outwards. She got off and he took her place, riding back out to meet up with the gang and to show off his bike.

They met and rode around town again showing off their bikes. Lincoln was the star of the show, getting the most compliments out of all of them. Such a nice change of pace from his pink, frilly hand down.

After wooing some cheerleaders they stopped to get some ice cream. Lincoln and Clyde walked out laughing about their exploits. "You see Clyde? I told you being in the bike crew would be cool."

"Who's Clyde? My name is Two Seats." They both shared a laugh.

"Sometimes in life you just gotta take chances. You know what they say, 'No risk, no re', wha-" Lincoln dropped his ice cream to the ground.

"What's a re-wha?"

"My bike! It's gone!" Lincoln ran over to the rack. Everybody else's bikes were still here, but not his. No, no, no! "What am I going to tell Lynn!?"

Clyde pulled the tandem off the rack and onto the street. "Here buddy, get on!"

Lincoln got on and they peddled away furiously, almost as fast as Lincoln's mind was going to find out what, anything to say to Lynn that wasn't going to get him turned into a human pretzel. You see, Lynn, this bear came into the garage and rode off with your bike? No. Dad sold your bike to pay for Lisa's new bifocals. He groaned. A spaceship came down and beamed up your bike?

O, who was he kidding? He'd just have to come clean about it. They pulled up on Franklin Avenue and Clyde dropped him off in front of the house. "Good luck Lincoln."

"Yeah, thanks. I'll see you around. Assuming that I can still walk."

"Well, I won't keep you waiting." He sped away as fast as he could, and Lincoln couldn't blame him. Lincoln took a deep breath and walked inside the house.

Lynn was in the process of getting dressed for her stunt bike competition. She was donning a red and white BMX track suit and currently putting on the accessories. She heard the door open up behind her but didn't turn to greet them as she tied her shoelaces.

"Uh… hey, Lynn?" It was just Lincoln.

"Sorry, can't talk right now Lincoln. I've got a few hours till the big competition," she said as she put on her shoulder pads.

"Wait. What big competition?"

She turned to look at him as she pulled her gray gloves on, giving him a jokingly confused look. "The stunt bike competition. You know, the one I've been practicing for a week on my bike?"

"Are you using your bike?"

"Uh, duh. I'd love to chat but I gotta brush up on my crossover stoppies." She moved to leave but Lincoln stepped in front of her, blocking the doorway.

"I wouldn't do that. I mean, when's the last time your bike had a good tune up?"

Lynn was starting to become annoyed and a little bit suspicious. "I don't know. I mean, who cares?"

"Who cares about your safety? I do. Which is why I'm going to get your bike a nice tune up before the competition."

"Lincoln…," she said in exasperation. She didn't have time for this, not so close to the competition. She tried going ahead but he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "I insist. I'll have it back for you before you can say combover sloppy!"

"Cross-over stoppy," she corrected him.

"Right. Those." He stepped outside, closing the door and then she heard the sound of rapid footfalls shortly disappearing entirely. She wasn't sure what Lincoln was playing at, but as long as the bike was there in time.

Lincoln ran down the stairs to the outside as he pulled out his walkie talkie to request some back up. "Chain Linc to Two Seats! Come in Two Seats!"

There was a burst of static and then Clyde's response. "This is Two Seats. Did you tell Lynn? Are you calling from an ambulance?"

"No, something's come up. We need to find Lynn's bike now! Can you come pick me up on the tandem?"

"I would, but my parents took it to go antiquing. They could be gone awhile. They said something about the perfect Amish butter dish."

Lincoln put the walkie talkie in his pocket and sighed. Now his only option was to scour the town with his hand-me-down. He swallowed his pride as he mounted the bike and rode away.

He retraced where he had been that day trying his best to ignore the staring and laughter. To his great embarrassment as he passed by the school he thought he saw Paige. He just sped up and headed to the next place, the park.

He pulled up onto the hill he first arrived in and the biker crew rode up to him looking confused that he was riding this pink mess.

"Chain Linc? What's up with that lame bike?"

Lincoln half heartedly kept up the act, the false bravado now gone. "This heap? It's my sisters. I'm just borrowing it so I can find my bike."

"Oh right, of course," the Flat Tire said. He glared at Papa Wheelie. "Hey, why are you questioning Chain Linc?"

Papa Wheelie threw up his hands in a defensive gesture. "I wasn't." He looked up to address Lincoln. "Chain, I'm sorry. I know you would never ride a lame-o bike like that." He turned to his crewmates. "Let's ride!"

Lincoln finally lost the will to keep up the facade. "Wait! I can't live this lie anymore. The cool bike was my sisters. I took it so you guys wouldn't make fun of me for riding this one." He gestured down to the bike. "This pink nightmare with the basket and streamers…" He grabbed a handful of the gray duct tape on the plate and yanked it off revealing his name, "is my bike."

There. He said it. It actually feels good to get that off my chest. Then they tore him apart.

"That's your bike!?"

"You're a joke!"

"Chain Linc? More like weakest link!" They howled with laughter, quickly exchanging high fives. "You're out of our crew! Papa Wheelie, you're our leader again."

"Yes! Let's ride, boys!" They sped away, cackling.

That felt a little less good. Well, there was nothing to do now except return home to face the music.

Lynn waited for Lincoln to finally show up, impatiently tapping her foot on the wooden planks of the porch. Lincoln was cutting it awfully close. She saw him coming up the street and stood up from the bench to get a better look. She thought it was her bike, but no, he was riding his own.

He stopped in front of the garage and she went down to meet him. "Hey Stinkin', where's my bike?"

"Lynn, I've got something to tell you," Lincoln sheepishly said.

"Well, I don't have all day."

"I took your bike and it got stolen."

"You did what!?" she exploded. "I've got my competition today!"

"I know, I'm really sorry Lynn!"

No, sorry wasn't going to get my bike back. "Why did you even take it in the first place?"

"I didn't want to be seen riding in Lori's hand-me-down."

"Uh, hello?" she snapped. "What do you think my bike is? A hand-me-down!"

"Wait," Lincoln said in surprise, "It is?"

"It's true, It was my bike first," she heard Leni say from behind her. She gave a quick glance back and saw that her sisters had come out onto the porch to see what was going on.

"Then she handed it down to me," Luna continued. "I had to do some work on it, but then it was ride, Sally, ride."

"Then Luna handed it down to me, and I made it a part of my act," Luan finished.

"Luan handed it down to me. And I turned it into the bike that you just got stolen," Lynn said, jabbing Lincoln in the shoulder with an accusatory finger.

"See Lincoln? We all have to deal with hand-me-downs. We just learn to make the best of them," Lori said down to Lincoln.

"Hey wait a minute," Lincoln said defensively. "You don't have to deal with them. You're the oldest."

"Are you kidding me? This really isn't a tank top! It's literally the top of Moms old girdle!"

Lincoln shivered in disgust, but she was too angry to find it funny. She shoved Lincoln to the side as she headed towards the only bike left. "Well, enough chit chat. I gotta make it to my competition."

"You're going to ride that?" Lincoln asked incredulously.

She glared at him. "What choice do I have?" Without waiting for an answer to her sarcastic question she sped off to try and salvage the situation.

Lincoln had taken Lynn's place on the bench on the porch, not wanting to face the rest of his sisters. He rubbed his eyes, feeling stupid for thinking he was above the reality of hand-me-downs in his family.

"Hey buddy!" Lincoln looked up from his hands to see who it was. It was Clyde on Lynns bike. He shot up with exhilaration and ran to meet him. "Clyde! You found Lynn's bike!"

"It wasn't me! My parents found it. They weren't as lucky with the butter dish, though."

"Thank you Clyde!" He could still make things right, get the bike to Lynn before she was crushed in the comp-

His train of thought was disrupted by a long and loud yee-haw! He looked to see where it was coming from and saw something even more surprising than Clyde's find; Lynn, on his pink hand-me-down, riding at full speed toward them with a big fat golden trophy in hand. She spun around them and came to a stop in front of Lincoln.

"Lynn Loud, bringing home the gold! Boo-yah!"

"You won? That's amazing! Hey, I've got good news too." he stepped out of the way as he gestured to the bike, "Your bike turned up!"

Lynn just shrugged it off. "Eh, you keep it. I'm kinda into this bike now. It's pretty sick." She then kept going until she was down the street and out of sight. Lincoln and Clyde looked at one another and just shrugged.

Now he just had to figure out what to do with this bike. The secret was out and riding it didn't really have its allure anymore. He was content to just stuff it in the back of the garage when he saw Lana making mud pies by the tree in the front yard.

"Hey Clyde, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"About whether Lori gets her teeth whitened, or are they just naturally beautiful?"

"No. I'm thinking I've had my time with this. Time to pass it down." He pulled the bike over to Lana and got her attention. "Hey Lana. I've got a bike for you."

Lana goggled at it. "Wow, thanks Lincoln! It's got potential!" He handed it off to her and she pulled out a wrench and started tinkering with it to her little heart's content.

Lincoln smiled that he had made her happy. He caught a ride with Clyde on his tandem to just ride around for the rest of the day.

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