You know, I see these rally cars zooming on TV, all that speed and dust, and I think of my bicycle—the one I fixed myself last week after the chain broke on the way to sell my pineapples. That was adventure enough, let me tell you, with a monsoon cloud chasing me and the load wobbling. But I wonder, all that hastiness on the road, what happens to the little things—the birds, the soil—when you only care about the finish line? Maybe the old way, slow and steady, has its own kind of daring.
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