I become the wind
At the time I was astride the saddle, it had trembled at moment . I felt that it had a life.
It suddenly began running when I kicked the pedal softly as if I checked the reaction of an untrained pony.
There was no mechanical feeling. My energy united with the bicycle, and streamed in the air. The scene flowed quietly as if I had a time trip.
If I can run like a wind, I often thought in my boyhood.
Impossible, my friend said.
Now I become the wind and fly in the air.
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