Bike rides

Lunch was nice today. Something other than canteen food. A colleague and I made a quick trip to the nearest Subway to pick up sandwiches.

It has been a long time since my last bike ride. I still love them. I have never owned a bike myself…never needed to. All my boyfriends had bikes. Not that I went looking for bikers…but somehow the kind of alpha-males I hung around with would consider themselves incomplete without their bikes.

As time went on, I passed over such frivolities as boyfriends and perhaps they graduated to cars too. Somehow a car drive isn’t quite the same thing. I don’t need to elaborate on how a bike is definitely the ‘cosier’ option if your significant other is accompanying you on it. Everyone who has ever ridden a bike knows that…at least everyone who has with a boyfriend/girlfriend.

This is one place I will let the guy lead. Being a pillion rider on a bike has its own thrills. I think it gives you the closest feeling to flying. When you close your eyes, it feels like you’re flying….riding an eagle perhaps.

Today was perfect for a bike ride. A nice Mumbai winter day, not too biting, just cool enough to wear a jacket. The sun was beaming down, just warm enough to keep the wind from biting and not hot enough to sting my skin. The scarf I had tied over my head slipped in the first few seconds. Tying that perfect knot that won’t strangle you but won’t slip off either is an art form. And I have apparently forgotten it. The wind was teasing past, whipping stray strands across my face.

Bike rides are those few moments that I let myself fall into the moment and just trust implicitly. Somehow the usual reserves and barriers seem to fall away when I’m sitting on a bike seat. All these lines I have drawn over ‘colleague’ and ‘friend’ and ‘stranger’ don’t seem to matter. All there is, is a human being sharing this flight with me.

Oh yes, of course, I think a bike does do wonders for a man’s body language. Don’t ask me to explain that. It just does. There is something incredibly sexy about a man on a bike, especially when you’re the pillion rider.

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IdeaSmith is the digital doppelganger of Ramya Pandyan (intrepid train-traveller and frequent spouter of post-midnight rhymes and rants). As IdeaSmith she battles obscurity and slays boredom with her stories about men, books, digitalia and Mumbai. She performs live and also blogs, tweets, Instagrams, Facebooks, +G’s, Youtubes and Goodreads all as IdeaSmith. Ramya is a blogger, digital storyteller and spoken word performer. She also runs a forum for aspiring writers called Alphabet Sambar. Tweet-bomb her at @ideasmithy.

Posted on December 16, 2005, in Hormone hangover. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. That does it. I’m switching back to bikes.

  2. …and I blew a thick wad on a car.

  3. try this out… get drunk.. sit reverse on a bike..

  4. Handa: Done both. Not simultaneously tho’…

  5. Also.. almost ALL guys riding bikes look sexy… that is.. as long as they are wearing their helmet..

    Once the helmet comes off… now..therein lies the naked truth !!

    -anon1–>

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