Sunny was its name.
Slim and slender worked like wonder.
More than a tool, it was a pet.
A motor cycle by definition, barely skeleton by rendition.
Its delicate handle slightly harder than a candle.
Always did its job without a sob.
Simple invention forget not to mention.
It took me to places were I saw lot of faces.
It took all the dirt without a quirk.
Small in frame set to fame.
Out of stock forever in my memory block.
Daily prompt: Sunny