Hello, minna-san and thank you for wanting to read this story!
The first chapter is a POV from one of the twin brothers and so will the next.

Chapter 1 – I am not riding a bicycle

Some of us may describe it as ecstasy.

The first time you are let go of. The first time that you are riding on your own. The first time when you feel like you are soaring through the air. The first time when you can feel the wheels start to move faster as you get lighter.

The first time that you can ride a bicycle on your own.

To most, the feeling of riding a bicycle on your own for the very first time is wonderful, glorious even. To most, that feeling is to be treasured forever, locked away in a special box with a special key. Like all the other first time experiences, it will not be often thought of. And when the memory box decides to open up and show you that memory once again, it will send nostalgia piercing down one's spine.

Have you ever noticed though, that most who take to the bicycle immediately are energetic, positive meat-heads? They are either exercise freaks, curious, brainless, fearless or just plain dumb. (No offence wannabe athletes.)

What else can I say when I see humans risk their lives on a rickety two wheeler which can cause you to fall from it anytime?

Bicycles were invented so, with the thin frame and the two wheels. But the person who invented it obviously had too much time and not enough materials.

Ask an intellectual or negative person or coward or someone who cares a lot about his own health and safety to ride a bicycle. The answer you will get from these people is most probably a big fat "No".

I am one of those people.

Hello readers, I guess you must know who I am by now. If you haven't, then I wonder you've come to read this story in the first place.

My name is Asahina Azusa. I am 24 years old, but I still am unable to ride a bicycle.

There, I admit it.

First off, I will give you a brief history of the bicycle. How it was invented and why it was invented in the first place.

(If you find it boring, you can skip this part.) Vehicles for human transport that have two wheels and require balancing by the rider date back to the early 19th century. The first means of transport making use of two wheels arranged consecutively, and thus the archetype of the bicycle, was the German draisine dating back to 1817. The term 'bicycle' was coined in France in the 1860s. Constructed almost entirely of wood, the draisine weighed 22 kg (48 pounds), had brass bushings within the wheel bearings, iron shod wheels, a rear-wheel brake and 152 mm (6 inches) of trail of the front-wheel for a self-centering caster effect. This design was welcomed by mechanically minded men daring to balance, and several thousand copies were built and used, primarily in Western Europe and in North America. Its popularity rapidly faded when, partly due to increasing numbers of accidents, some city authorities began to prohibit its use. However in 1866 Paris a Chinese visitor named Bin Chun could still observe foot-pushed velocipedes.

There are several early, but unverified, claims for the invention of bicycle-like machines. The earliest comes from a sketch said to be from 1493 and attributed to Gian Giacomo Caprotti, a pupil of Leonardo da Vinci. In 1998 Hans-Erhard Lessing said that this last assertion is a purposeful fraud. However, the authenticity of the bicycle sketch is still vigorously maintained by followers of Prof. Augusto Marinoni, a lexicographer and philologist, who was entrusted by the Commissione Vinciana of Rome with the transcription of da Vinci's Codex Atlanticus.

Okay, maybe that was a little too much history.

Point needed to be stated here is this: I don't want to ride a bike.

I am never going onto one of those things ever again. Once is enough, enough of a lifetime of trauma. I don't need to go through that ever again.

But my energetic meat-headed twin brother is not letting me off the hook. Somehow, he is hooked to the idea of seeing me ride a bicycle and is doing everything in his power to try to get me on one of those metal horses.

If I am dead, do send my family your condolences. I would appreciate that.

First chapter done!

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