Being a cyclist ...

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“No stop signs, speed limit - Nobody’s gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it - Nobody’s gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, payin’ my dues - Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me - I’m on my way to the promised land” (AC/DC)

Mango and lychees are in season, therefore life is beautiful 😊

When one listens to soem cyclists, one must think they are... boring 😊 Sooner or later they all talk about... food 😉 About where one can find good food, cheap and good, cheap, good and... lots of it 😊

Cyclists seem to be "boring people". They cycle all day, drink amazing amounts of fluids (we were not used to drink coke, but we do these days as we drink whatever is cold and has a bit of taste), they eat whatever and wherever they can. They cycle in burning heat, in the rain, in car fumes, put up with stupid bus drivers, strange looks (among many nice ones). Their bottoms are sore, their hair goes white, they get muscle cramps, they havee to run away from dogs, they they cycle up the hill for many kilometers, just to enjoy going down the hill for few minutes.

When they get tired, they antagonize each other 😊 Then they kiss and make up and love one another even more 😊 There are some that split up and come back home separately... but this does not happen often 😊 Some cyclists cycle on their own and end up kicking their bikes, or a nearby tree, screaming, writing long letters to friends, or end up whinging in some dodgy bar next to some strange tourists 😊

So the cyclists do it all and they enjoy it in some mysterious way 😊 They tell everyone that they are blessed with a good life, that they are the lucky ones 😊

And they talk about food all the time. And clean hotel rooms 😊

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