1In those days there was a woman, a stranger
living in a strange land. 2And it came about that not so early one
morning, the woman did clothe herself in cycling apparel and fill a water
bottle. 3As was her custom, she ventured forth into the city,
outside of the locked walls within which she dwelt. 4Seated on a
bicycle, exercise and adventure were her desire.
5Before long, the road upon which she traveled did
turn upward. Up, up, and still ever
upward toward the looming volcano in the distance. 6As her throat became parched, the
woman reached for the bottle of cooling elixir she had brought with her. With her thirst thusly slaked, she turned around for
the rapid descent into the city.
7The woman returned to the confines of the city
within minutes where she immediately found herself valiantly dodging taxis and
trucks – vehicles with nary a thought or concern for the lowly bicycle or its
rider. 8Since she had been riding in this strange land for several
years, the woman had developed the necessary skills to adeptly and intuitively
avoid collision with both motorized and animal obstacles. 9On this particular morning, she
encountered no cows, pigs, or chickens crossing the road, and for that, she was
extremely grateful.
10However, because the woman had a tendency to
breathe through her mouth, gasping for air as both heat and road rose, she
found herself consuming additional protein which she unexpectedly collected
along the way.11 This was a most unpleasant experience for the woman,
a reminder of her early days of bicycling.
12He (or she) who has
ears to hear, let him (or her) understand the words of the cyclist.
