...it drives my bad mood away. Huffin' and puffin' up the slope only leads to an exhilarating ride down and nothing, I repeat, NOTHING can beat that feeling. It makes the alcoholic high seem blah and Runner's high takes a backseat. The beauty lies in the fact that you just have to keep going. It may almost kill you, make your legs numb and walk all wobbly but there's an unparalleled sense of achievement when you go that extra kilometer.
It...undoubtedly..is all about the bike!
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Nicely written sona! I almost pictured myself coming down a slope and sticking my legs out in the air with a *wheeee* feeling!
airport ride?
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