I rode a Bike, and it felt like Flying

I rode on a bike today.

Not a bike bike, you know? 

An honest-to-god motorbike.

We'd gone for a team-bonding event today, and well the short story was that I was the burden of the group, because I started running and all of a sudden the whole world was spinning around and I was close to blacking out. It was as bad as when I found out I had BPPV. How the hell was it supposed to develop this way? I hadn't been eating odd, and I definitely knew my body wasn't that out of shape, so... There could only have been one reason for that reaction, though it sounded pathetic even to my ears.

How was I even supposed to believe that BPPV could be re-triggered by something as simple as running?

It sounds pathetic, doesn't it?

Sigh.

Well, moving on from the disgusting bit of being a burden to the team. They were really nice, even though we all knew I was slowing them down, and they said it was just a game and it wasn't like we really had to come in first place. We eventually came in fourth of the five groups, but it was still fun. And it was funny when the first thing everyone (including yours truly) did when returning to the starting point was grab their wallets and head to McDonald's to get cold drinks. Pretty much everyone was like "fuck it if I die from drinking cold drinks straight after running, it'll be worth it!".

But moving on to the motorcycle.

After the event, my colleague asked me if I wanted him to send me to the nearest MRT station on his bike.

We'd somewhat discussed this in the office before the event, when he offered to send me to the event venue on his bike. We were both going, after all, so he said he could send me, but the HR department got worried (it was still during office hours, so they'd be held accountable for any injury or accident) and said it'd be better for me to just carpool. I didn't mind, though I was a bit disappointed at first.

See...

I've never been on a bike before.

And I've always, always wanted to try riding one, be it as the biker or pillion rider.

And to be offered a chance to actually ride a bike...

I could barely contain my excitement (I can see why the office looks at me as a little girl), I was grinning so much about it.

And to have a chance so close yet so far...

Like I said, I was disappointed, but I told myself that I'd have a chance someday.

I just didn't know that "someday" would turn out to be 2 hours later.

It was so surreal, he handed me a helmet and taught me how to wear it, and then how to get onto the bike without touching the exhaust pipe (because that can seriously burn you).

And then we were off.

I couldn't believe it, I was actually on a bike.

I was riding a bike.

This actually meant so much to me, this one little sentence.

I was on a bike for the first time, and it felt like flying.

It's clichéd, yeah, but it was such an amazing moment I'll never forget.

Half of me was slightly frightened, because I was used to the safety of cars, with the seatbelts and all - there were quite obviously none on a bike. And the thought kept running through my head that there was a chance I could actually fall from the bike, or some car could ram into us and all.

But the other half of me loved it, embraced it, and completely enjoyed the feeling of the wind rushing past, of the speed and how the bike felt like it was some wild animal that could barely be controlled.

I loved every second of it.

And when my colleague told me (after dropping me off) that he wasn't even speeding because we never got to any highway, my jaw dropped.

"You mean you can go even faster?!" were my thoughts at the exact moment.

I wanted to see how fast he could go.

There was a danger to it that I loved.

I don't even care that we might have a few rumours and/or jokes flying around about him and I.

I mean, think about it.

You have your colleague walking off with another colleague, and truthfully you don't know all that much about them because the guy's (not really) new and the girl doesn't talk too much.

And then seeing them together on a motorbike...

Sure, quite a few conclusions can be reached about that, including the fact that he's just sending her off.

But it would be more fun for everyone to assume that something could be going on.

After all, a little scandal and drama always did brighten up most people's days.

But like I said, I don't care.

And I know he doesn't care about it either.

The rumours, the teasing... They'll all be worth it.
It might even be fun to play along or something ahaha!

To me, all that mattered was that I finally rode a bike, and I absolutely loved it.

And I would do anything to try it again.