I didn’t want to ride an exercise bike in a gym. I wanted to ride a normal bike outside in the air.
I loved feeling the air blowing through my hair and the wind on my face as I cruised around the city at night. I loved listening to my music on the highest volume and singing at the top of my lungs while I dodged in and out of the pedestrian traffic.
I didn’t care if people stared. I was used to that. I was a foreigner in a country that despite being first world was still very backward as far as their policy on immigration.
I was white and a woman at that.
I may as well as have been invisible sometimes.