Here is a hilarious post relating the woes of a cyclist on the roads of Vadodara, India. Do check it out this cool post by my brother Vikram…
I am a cyclist. And I am about to share my woes with you. Fellow cyclists will share my pain. Even bikers will empathize with me. I guess the passengers of buses will also connect with me.
I landed in a hospital with a broken leg, a broken hand and several bruises.
Who were my enemies? Why this happened? It’s a “sad” tale.
I started cycling to reduce my tummy. My office is at 8 km distance from my house. To and fro journey took hardly 50 minutes. However, it was not without danger.
I took the challenge. I knew that these dangers could be overcome. I just needed armours.
I am a fan of Greek mythology. The names of Hercules and Zeus enthrall me. I dream to be like Spartans with armours covering their well sculpted bodies.
I chose my armour. A meter long cloth to cover my face…
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