On a cold autumn day, when the clouds had covered the surface of the sky completely, with a light rain dripping smoothly, I went for a short cycling ride with my female cyclists on a busy and unhinged road.
Giant trailer trucks had ruthlessly taken over the road, and their loud horns were deafening. Their massive wheels moving on the wet ground, made the water splashed around, and we cyclists were almost like ants trying to survive under their elephant feet.
We were smart and were trying to save ourselves with swift moves. As usual, I pedaled from the corner of the road, so that cars can pass me easily and I will not be an obstacle for them, but every now and then, a trucker would approach and would force me to deviate to the dirt road, it bothered me but I tried not to get in trouble.
Suddenly a truck driver speeded up and drove ahead of me carelessly, I desperately threw the bike into the wet and rough roadside, trying to avoid confrontation and staying safe. But one of my cyclist friends speeded up impressively next to me and paddled the middle of the road, the trucker honking angrily, didn’t want to slow down, though my friend was persistent and I was amazed at how she got back the road!
I was astonished to see a stubborn girl boldly standing and paddling right in front of a truck …
The brave girl got further and further away and opened the way for me and signed at me to join her on the main road, she shouted: “This road is for everyone!”
