As I was about to step out of the house this morning for the office ride, rain fell.
I grabbed an umbrella and headed towards the train station. On my bike.
You see, the station is quite far from my new apartment and for the past week, I’ve been regularly biking to the station parking lot. There I leave the bike for the entire day’s safekeeping, for a fee.
It’s the first time I’m biking on a downpour. So, with one hand on the handlebar, the umbrella on the other and office bag on my back, I cruised the half-kilometer distance savoring the fresh breath of autumn. There were many bikers on the road: mothers with schoolchildren back-riding, kids in groups, old folks, and of course, salarymen like me.
As our wheels glided and crisscrossed through the streets (which by the way have reserved bike lanes), I just felt so …. Japanese! This with the realization that they who produce most of the world’s cars and motorcycles, would prefer riding the lowly bicycle for the daily grind.
And yup, just like many of the other bikers, I was donning a suit.