Sunday, October 26, 2008
Bikes
Sometimes, riding a bike is like being naked. People walking, people riding in cars, people sitting, everyone looks at you like you're a freak. Maybe it is the audacity of self-propelled sufficiency in transportation, or maybe it is out of sheer boredom; I can't count the number of eyes I meet while I'm on my bike. They are all naked to me, too. Everyone is naked all the time.
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