On a bicycle, you forget who you are; nothing can touch you, you are a different person.
You’ll fall,What about when it gets dark,
New York World .
A Wheel Within A Wheel: How I Learned to Ride A Bicycle, with Some Reflections by the Way,The Tunnel, WadjdaThe Day I Became A Woman
Born in Flames,
how did that happen if I fell on one side only?
you should have seen the other guy,actually, the pavement won this one.