And one fine intel morning

Today we had a quarterly(They should just call it a "frequently". Why limit it to once in three months? :)).
*O and quarterly translates to fun day out from work*
It involved cycling. To me cycling brings to mind, a pink/blue lady bird with preferably flowers on the little basket that we would have fixed in front of the cycle. Clear blue skies, nice green meadows. A picnic basket! And nice melodies in my head. :)
Was i in for a surprise or what! I descended from the bus, already checking off the clear blue skies and green meadows on my wish list. TALL sturdy mountain bikes awaited
us, geared ones- with helmets, hand gear, knee caps et all! Surprised but super excited (Show me one person who wouldn't want to wear all that stuff? Even if they did like
little flower baskets?). I got all decked up and hopped on. Yes, literally hopped on. :) Some more complan way back in 4th std may have helped me out, but that's how tall i am,
and THAT was how tall the bicycle was (Despite whatever G3 says! ;)) For one thing, the cycle was geared, and as much as I love my scooty pep back home, Iv never ridden a
geared two wheeler. So Im trying to process gearing in my head while also trying to rekindle my cycling instincts. The last time I rode one, and I pedalled, it moved!
Today, either physics gave up on me or I am really that big a wuss! I hav a sneaking suspicion that the tire was punctured. At least thats what I'm telling myself! ;)
Well about twenty minutes of that, and I gave up all hope. I walked with my cycle while every one else rode past and tried to make it up to my bruised ego. But then, honk honk, came the truck behind me. With G3, Deepika and some extra cycles riding on top of it! One look at their hair flying in the wind, and the smiles on their faces. Next minute, I was up there in the truck. So was my cycle. So much for cycling. Heh! Well, I'v always wanted to ride on a truck as well.Wish list check!
The truck was just pure bliss. I want to state that the air smelled sweet. Iv only read that phrase in the books, and always wondered how you could smell a taste. Dont ask me
how. It did. It smelled sweeet. Green expanses for as fas as the eye can go, and a random localite now and then, stopping to look at all the excitement. And the green,
what a green! How many greens! And we club all those shades under a single name. Degrade it by adding Light slash Dark against it! :)
That was the upside of the truck. The downside was, well, watching the rest of the gang cycle, watching them pant at stop points, handing out chocolate bars and water (technically G3 did;)) to well deserved sporty people! sighs!At one point, some one mentioned it as being mostly down hill from there, and that brought all of us on the truck back to life.We jumped down, chose cycles and hopped on again. Woohooo! Rising from the ashes it is!
Down hill, it turns out, was not exactly what i had in mind either. I dont even know what i had in mind. Maybe that was the problem :) But Im digressing.
Downhill, turned out to be mountain slopes that were super steep. Steep Mountain slopes whose paths were studded with rocks And on a cycle that followed Einstein's thoughts on gravity. (On second thought, physics din't actually give up on me. Thanks, you!) I was flyyyyyyyyyyyying thud thud thud down hill, with my cycle bouncing up and down the muddy slope,its slushes, its rocks,and its pits. Holding on to the handle bars for dear life as it twisted and turned on the tricky slopes. And me surprisingly on the cycle all the while. Eyes may hav been closed. But on the cycle, all the same. Well, not for long, there was this once, no actually, more than once no of times that i wasnt on my cycle and was seen sitting/lying/between-sitting-and-lying on top of/below/entwined with said cycle.
Not what I had in mind, but one of the best sources of adrenaline rush I have ever had.
And to quote some one I know, "Doing things like this leave you feeling good about
yourself." And it did. :)