Been riding slightly actively for about a week.
Did I already mentioned that my bike,
Which I borrowed from my uncle,
Is twenty-four years old ?!
And yes of course it is an 'uncle' bike.
The speedometer doesn't work properly,
The fuel gauge is broken,
The fuel tank has been sprayed grey by my uncle himself,...
But I should be grateful,
For he is as good as giving his bike to me.

It is fantastic to bike to work,
Because it saves me so much travel time.
I just have to get used to the idea,
Of having to focus on my way to work,
Instead of sleeping or reading.

I am a road hog for a biker.
I don't squeeze through traffic as much as I should,
I don't weave in and out between vehicles,
I take up the middle of a single lane for my own use.
Yes I know everyone must be laughing their ass off.
I always keep away from the taxis and heavy vehicles.

Today a huge truck sped past me,
And I actually felt the tremor from the wind,
Despite it being in the next lane.

I am starting to believe,
That I actually prefer driving.