Semi-fiction creative, comedic account of event at the airport, of a Japanese immigrant

<Tab/>The watch read 8:17. 46 minutes. Not bad at all. Just a tad slower than my best time. Must be the new break system, I thought quietly to my self.
<Tab/>I looked at the overcast sky as I carefully clicked the lock in place on my three-hundred dollar bicycle. It looked like it was going to rain. I sighed and removed the lock I have securely snapped on place from the bike and started walking it with me inside. Can't afford to have it rusted. My wife would kill me.
<Tab/>Just as I predicted. It started raining almost immediately after I settled m…