No. 142 Cycling with a Rotor Set on the Road

It was a warm, balmy afternoon—the kind that makes anyone feel just a little sleepy. I started pedaling my bike. To become the wind. As I climbed the gentle slope, my breath quickened slightly. The hem of my coat fluttered softly, and my shadow stretched out smoothly ahead of me. It feels like the wind washes away all my nervousness about being seen by someone. On the downhill stretch, a smile slipped out before I knew it. Amid the speeding scenery, my fingertips gripping the handlebars and my feet pressing the pedals—everything is me, and I feel incredibly free. The view of my crotch when I stand up to pedal. If it feels this good, I wish I’d become myself sooner. This is a small yet grand adventure I discovered on an afternoon bike ride. If there’s a part of you that wants to break free, why don’t we ride together? Because the wind is always gentle to everyone.