I really like the abandoned bike.
I could picture someone just saying "fuck it", and hurling it over the rail, stomping off in full racing gear.
The woodland paths are compelling. I would go out there in a full rain storm, just to breathe in the tree scented air.
I think it is a bit on a "thing" in here to toss your old bike to that river, there seems to be a lot of those, usually under the bridge photographed in the third picture.