But I ain’t gonna talk about shoes.

So I was dating this hot chick, let’s call her V, and she was bad. Very bad. She used to hang out with a biker gang, had tatts inked all over her body, and every Saturday night they raced in some old factory’s junkyard. I managed to avoid it several times, but one weekend V caught me by the ear and dragged me to the factory. It was all very impressive: Harleys, leather and beer everywhere.

The problem was the beer.

You see, despite my tough look, at that time I was a total teetotaler and till that day I had never touched a drink in my life. But how can you tell to a gang of bikers that you don’t indulge in drinking? I could imagine their amused response, with V mocking me too.

To make a long story short, I got pissed as hell and challenged them to a race. As I was extremely drunk and lacked any knowledge pertaining to operating an actual motorcycle, the race ended fairly quickly at the start line when I dropped the bike over my left leg, breaking it.

I don’t go near motorcycles or alcohol anymore; those are the tools of the devil. I’m all into the healthy lifestyle now. Planning a tofu party? Count me in!

That’s how I fell in love with bicycles .

UGO went to great lengths to introduce us to the green, pastoral way of the cycle, teaching  us creative ways to morph this simple urban transportation device into ways of expressing oneself, much like yoga if you come to think of it.

Namaste!