cool when the wind blows.
I comforted myself with this
thought regularly, but riding on a bicycle, although comfortable, was certainly less glamorous than riding on a motorcycle or in
a car, especially in the soaking rain or under the hot sun. In any
case, if there was a gentle breeze after a hot and exhausting ride, I liked to repeat the
same sentence to myself over and over again.
Bicycle riding--its cool when the wind
Although pedaling a bicycle was exhausting in
this heat, I felt sorry for those who had to wait along the road. I
thought of offering one of them a ride because I felt that they must be more miserable
standing in the hot sun than I was riding a bicycle. However, I did
not dare offer my help because I didnt know anybody, and
besides, I was in a fairly difficult situation myself. To reach out and offer comfort,
one should be in a superior position: offering a ride
on a motorcycle or in a car would be more appropriate.
Then one day, somebody did end up riding on the
bicycle with me unexpectedly.
"Hi mate, how are things? I havent seen
you in a long time. Can
I get a ride?" He waved his
hands for me to stop and greeted me in a very
familiar and informal manner. I was stunned. I bad no idea where I
had met this person before, but since he approached me in such a
friendly way, I had to reciprocate in kind. Therefore, a weight of
more than fifty kilograms was added onto the back of my bicycle. I had to pedal harder to make it move.
"So, how far are you going?" I asked.
"Oh, not far! Ill get off soon."