I am a little envious of people of my age cycling. I see so many in Dusseldorf and that pales in comparison to the Netherlands.
I recall that I had decided to bike to work on Sundays. I rarely went on weekends but occasionally I wanted to write some code or expecriment with some software.
During the normal time, I did not get enough undisturbed time given my role. It wasn't that my managerial role was so busy. I was idle (far too) often but not for long enough stretches.
The roads in Mapusa were not so crowded on Sundays in the 1990's; so, bicycling felt safe enough. There were ups and downs and I did not even think of a bike with gears at the time. I presumed that they would be imported and very expensive in those years. I just walked when riding was tough.
It must have been only my third such trip that a truck rushed passed and terrified me. I lost my courage and stopped. A risk averse person, obviously.
I no longer have the courage to rent a bike and try in Europe where it is safe - what if I fall and break a bone. Have to accept my age even if with regret 😐
I will be back in India in a week and will no longer be reminded of what could have been :)
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