It was perfect outside, and since I was eying my red and blue bike all winter long, I decided it was time to ride it once again.
I was speeding down the hill when I saw a bird that was flying at the same speed as me. It was not right next to me, but I was parallel to it. I've always wanted to do that. Because when you ride parallel to a bird that is flying at the same speed you are, it makes you feel like you are flying yourself.
(This is sort of a test-post, because my computer is not posting for me lately.)