Often i've noticed in my frens house...or wherever, there is a lifeless cycle that lies in corner with spiders, cobwebs and dirt for company...
Ever since i got my bike, my obsession with cycling, walking, running and traveling by public transport has faded....and in the corner of my house lied a lifeless cycle...
I remember, remember the days when i used cycle to school, speeding through the morning bustling roads and honking horns (aaarrrghh!) .......... i never wanned to be late, esp to chemistry class (I loathed chemistry as a subject, not that i liked others - i just hated them), which was always a special class every day without fail. And as chemi ma'am(the most sincere person ever, who tried hard to make some chemical reaction in my head and make it work - I'd dedicate a post to her RDS someday) put it... if no one came to class on the time she'd indicated, she'd rather start teaching d walls (I had a secret desire to catch her doing that, but unfortunately the bright "brainy" and budding kids of Hindu would nevertheless make it on time), and so as ever it always ended with me panting & rushing in.....
I remember, remember the time I graduated from an ugly but faithful "captian-paalkaran" cylce to a BSA SLR (it was d time of hercules MTB's with shox which i used to love). Now when i say graduated I mean that I inherited my brothers cycle - if u are a younger sibling probably, infact most likely you would have experienced the "hand-me-down" syndrome, where whatever your bro/sis used is passed on, right from dirty sneakers to cycles.... i'll probably write a separate post about the hand-me-down syndrome by itself.....
And yes, yes it feels great to get back air into the wheels of that rusty but trusty ol' cycle and pedal away.......into bliss.
