cloudy days。

1 day after the bike rally, I’m now red as a cooked prawn. i even got a new tattoo – the outline of the event singlet. pain as hell too! still, it’s worth the sunday! The weather was crazily hot. It was my second bike rally, and for the same reason that captivated me during the first bike rally, I went home satisfied.

The greatest reward was riding through areas that I don’t normally go to, like I’m a tourist in my own country. It felt strangely refreshing and rewarding. And of course, riding with friends, motivating each other to finish the race, is the bonus. The longer the distance, the lonelier one gets. 128km wouldn’t be possible without riding companions!

The best part of the bike rally is that it isn’t exactly a race. It’s not about rushing from the start point to the end point (although granted the hot weather, it’s an incentive). It’s a journey. The fastest don’t win the journey. When one is too focused in trying to win, he loses out on the mortal things along the way. The winner(s) is the one that leaves the most significant footprints along the way and packed enough scenes in his backpack at the end of the journey. A lot like life, it seems.