Bicycle, Bicycle, Bicycle
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.