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Passing on a voyager on a bicycle is an offense meriting law. Everyone understands that yet a couple of us do it.
I had done it customarily before until something happened to demonstrat to me never to do it again. It was not the police. Perhaps it was an amazing, and disagreeable, experience.
It happened one night when my sidekick Segaran and I expected to go and visit another friend who encountered some partition away. I had a bicycle. Segaran did not. Along these lines, of course, he sat side-saddle on the level bar of the bicycle while I quickened. We had done it conventionally some time as of late, so it should not be any issue.
Near my buddy's home, we got onto a stone way made tricky by the late rain. Still we made sense of how to wobble along, totally getting a charge out of the unforgiving ride.
As we passed by a stream, I submitted the blunder of going excessively near the bank. The storm had pacified the earth and it couldn't hold our joined weight. One moment we were coming brightly, the accompanying we were tumbling head over heels into the stream as the bank gave way underneath us.
Sprinkle! Sprinkle! Sprinkle! We dove into the stream bicycle at first, trailed by Segaran, then me. Routinely the stream is only two or three centimeters significant with clear water. When we fell in, it was a meter significant with foul dim water. The water kept us from getting seriously hurt yet we furthermore expected to pay the expense of gulping some of it. It tasted stunning. Segaran got the most exceedingly horrendous of it for being sandwiched between the bicycle and me, nonetheless it was not too dreadful. We had only two or three cuts and wounds. Our pride was essentially more stung.
We recouped ourselves and the bicycle from the stream. We were both dingy and drenching wet. Plainly we were in no condition to visit anyone. So we went home.
We walked the separation home. I expected to push the bicycle since its front wheel was irate. From that moment I guaranteed never to pass on anyone on a bicycle again. Never again might I want to be dingy and wet with cuts and wounds all around on my body. Once was adequate.
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