That particular feeling

Have you ever experienced that particular feeling?

The sheer ecstasy of whizzing past old chinese buildings, on a street lined with wutongs. The wind in your hair, the sore muscles in your legs protesting their sacrifice for the little person in your head that just wants to go FASTER! FASTER! FASTER! The smug feeling as you fly past shocked chinese people, weave round clusters of koreans with leather backpacks swaying gently in the teeny tiny breeze their apalling speed generates...

ITS AWESOME! Especially on Fridays... after your last class at 3.15 in the afternoon. You SPEED back to your wonderful fake wood air-conditioned room, shower off all the sweat generated by the awful chinese summer and JUMP into your unfortunately... too hard bed. Hahaha! BLISSSSSSS

TRY IT!