So no shit there I was, racing a bus on a wobbly bike and wondering how I was still alive.
Er, let me back up a bit. One of my wife’s colleagues needed a native English speaker to record some stuff and I was on the short list. She said the best way to get there was by bike, since it wasn’t quite far enough to warrant a bus ride, but was a bit too far to walk. We don’t have a bike so I borrowed Sebastian’s. He hadn’t used it in a while, so the tires were flat. I took care of that though.
I met Xiaoyan outside the School of Foreign Languages and we set off. Her bike had an electric motor. My bike had a large, poorly attached basket on the front that wobbled violently every time I moved the handlebars. She was speeding past accelerating buses through spaces not much wider than her bike. I was screaming inwardly and wondering whether the traffic or their exhaust would kill me first.
On the plus side, I got an easy 400 kuai and now primary schoolchildren in Guangzhou will be taking final exams to the sound of my voice, so I suppose it was worth it after all.
Oh, yeah, when you’re pedaling hard, you don’t realize how much your body is heating up, and then you get home and stop moving so fast, and you can pretty much swim the rest of the way in the river of sweat that suddenly appears.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, Rigel’s angry that we put him on a leash earlier, and he’s biting Rachelle. On the face.