I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike…  That Queen song will always have a special place in my heart.  As a child, my favorite past time was riding my bike in the afternoons after school.  I was not allowed to ride it to school for two reasons: our school uniforms for girls is a skirt and I am a reckless rider.  I would either get hit or hit someone and I am never a fan of helmets.  There was no need for me to get bike locks because I was not allowed to take it anywhere anyway.

Most of the people I grew up with are women, two of mum’s younger sisters, my nan and my cousin.  My brother’s cousin was so much into bikes, I would take his even if it was too big for me.  He had a road bike, a mountain bike and a bmx bike which was my favorite (comfort bikes are out of the question because we like it extreme LOL).  I almost made a career out of it until I realised what they can do to my legs.  I started accumulating war wounds as young as seven.  Since the bikes were always too big for me, I would always try to get the perfect saddle for ultimate comfort.  Bike shorts were never a problem for me because I like wearing them around the house, as long as they are black and matte.  My auntie used to tell me I already smell like burnt rubber.  I wonder what she would say I got into the habit of wearing a helmet.