It often happens that on the bike path, the chain of a novice cyclist slips out, a person's tire is punctured, or even more serious problems occur. Whenever this happens, the others reach out and help that person.
The spirit of empathy and being together is one of the beauties of cycling.
You can not call yourself a cyclist with a group and then, when someone has a problem, leave her or him behind, because, in the future, you may be the one who has the problem.
The cyclists always maintain a spirit of solidarity and empathy.
I am one of those newcomers, so I couldn’t do much except keeping the morale up. The rest of the guys on the other hand got to work. The bicycle Derailleur gear was tilted. I do not know the meaning of it exactly but it seemed serious, I saw that they were going ahead using tools to make the problem go away.
Finally, the bicycle was good enough to be able to move. The path was slowly sinking into the fog. And the movement had become harder.
The mazes of the road were frightening. But when you know that no matter what happens, your friends will not leave you alone, your heart stays strong and you would never lose it in the maze of a Mountain road.
When we reached the top of the mountain, such a thrilling experience, we stand there and took pictures together. The fog was behind us. And it had created a mysterious and strange atmosphere.
