How did the world begin? This is a commonly debated topic within religions. But Mr. Zack knew the truth: before there was anything there was a bike.
The mother bike, to be exact. He took routes around Prospect Park on his beloved bike to honor her. So, let me take you on a trip into the grand and esteemed religion of: ZACKISM.
Pop! There was a bike floating in an empty abyss. The bike didn't know its own name but it did have a name tag, proudly proclaiming it the MOTHER BIKE. So she had to assume that she was a bike. Pop!
All of a sudden another bike appeared! She had so much POWER!
She then thought of the world and…pop! Humans, Cities, the galaxy, lollipops! Pop, pop, pop, pop!
She had a thing for lollipops despite having a concerning lack of a mouth.
Then and only then did she think of the master biker.
Mr. Zack appeared. He was perfect. The best biker there ever was.
And there you have it... The truth about biking.