Just returned from a satisfying ride with my father. Or rather, I cycled and he ran.

Wait. 'You have a bike and know how to use it?' That's probably going through your heads.

Yes, I can ride a bicycle. I learnt before I entered Primary School. I started with a blue tricycle (with four wheels) in kindergarten, progressed to one with two wheels in Primary Two and because it rusted and went kaput (because I had no time to ride it), my father got me a new one...along with a promise that he would take me cycling once a week while he runs(any day that he runs).

So I have a blue and silver machine outside my front door with a nice loud black bell, good shock absorbers, quality gears and cool light reflectors. Oh, and the crossbar bears Raleigh.

You know what?

Liberation is here. Let's go for a joyride, baby.