Or otherwise said, the roadster. Or the mountain-bike, or the racer, or the old bike of grandpa. Name it whatever, I don’t care. It is a dream on two wheels.
If I can ride it, that’s what I care. And to listen the sound of the tyres on the road, this very specific k-r-r-rrrrrrr while you are pedalling (yep, I don’t mean the sound of not oiled chain ;-))
I decided to write something about the next best friend of the man after dog - the bike.
Personally I have deep feelings towards this invention of the humanity.
Pity, but soon after it was dicovered the man is trying with big application to forget the bike’s existence - because to ride a bike you should make an effort, and the effort is just that thing most people don’t like at all and do not want to do ever if possible.
I want though. And I am riding - struggling against the non-popularity of this machine in my urban environment. (more…)