Soaring. Zooming. Flying.

When I ride my bike it's usually to get to school or get home. The route has gotten pretty standard. Out the gate, left at the end of the road... one block and right. Straight around the round-a-bout and after a few more blocks, right across the bridge and left into campus. Then the same thing in reverse to get home. I take that route two or four times a day.

Sometimes on my route, things happen. I like to ride without using my hands sometimes. The locals usually stare at me anyway, but when I ride with no hands they definitely do. One day as I rode past a lady on an e-bike she just started laughing at me and pointed. Laura was behind me and she thought it was funny. Then today, I pulled up to a stop and a guy I had passed pulled up next to me. I glanced at him, noticed he was staring and said 'nihow' and he responded with a slur of mandarin. Now, my mandarin is, well, nonexistent, so I had no clue what he said. But then he held his hands out, and I realized he was talking about my riding. Amusing.

The most fun/best experience I had riding around town was the other day. I was only a block from school, and there were no cars, so I moved from the bike lane into traffic and coasted down the slight hill to school with my arms stretched out. It was a mostly clear day and there was some sunshine, and I loved the wind as I picked up speed. I couldn't stop smiling for the next ten minutes.

It was one of those moments that made me especially happy. I can't explain why, but it was just lovely.

Until next time.