I remember the first time I learned how to ride a bicycle. Around 7 years old I was, lean and short-haired. I had a small red bike with worn out training wheels on each side of its rear wheel. Its rubber grip has soft vertical lines to it. I always held it tightly while I aimlessly drive around every corner, puddle and tuft of our street. My Gemini-self had always felt giddy for every forelock carelessly wafted by the wind, notwithstanding the sweat and dust on the air.