If I am to mention when I really feel alive, then it would most likely be when I’m cycling. The feeling of the wind flowing through your clothes and hair. The feeling being in control of the bike, racing away. But most of all, the feeling of giving it your all, and just being in my element. That is my passion.
Cycling has always been a part of my life. Learning to ride my first blue flame painted bike is one of the earliest things I can remember, and it would take me all day, to count the times, my dad and I have driven our bikes to school together. One time when we were chatting while driving to school, we didn’t even notice that the railroad gates had gone down, so we just slipped right under them. Luckily, nothing happened to us, but then something spectacular happened. In my whole life that has happened to me twice, and by coincidence the second time was the same day as the first time. On the way home, we did the exact same thing, and I don’t even think we had anything important or interesting subject of speech.
I have driven my bike to school all my life, and it has only evolved from there. I have grown to ride my bike wherever I go, if it was 2 km to school or 12 km back and forth to collect something, I would make those wheels spin round.
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