100 Things I Don’t Know About My Senior

"Good morning, Suu."

5 November, Sunday. It's a pleasant autumn sunshine though the cold wind blows through it. My hands are cold, so I'm sticking my hands in my pocket.

"Why in the morning..."

"You don't know how many hours it'll take."

Oh well. It is a rare, backward statement.

I'm talking about juniors, so I'll give you a ride in a flash! I thought you'd say something like that.

Yes. One day (almost a month or so ago I feel), when my junior turns out she can't ride a bike, somehow she goes out with the practice of riding a bike, something like that.

Since then, I've been anticipating a sunny day on holiday, but it's finally cleared me up. Mr. Typhoon should go home. No, rather, don't be born. If we destroy all the typhoons of the past, present and future... will Japan suffer from water shortages? Anyway, if you're coming, come on a weekday, please.

That's why I rolled my bike around and gathered in the neighborhood park. I wondered if I needed to push my bike, but if you wanted to see an example, I wouldn't want to follow.

She is completely defensive, wearing a helmet, even an army hand (there can't be raw feet or anything out there, of course. It's a jeep). I can't hate how cute you are in such a boneless outfit.

"I borrowed it from your brother. I haven't used it lately."

Are you sure you went to a local university? I wonder if I'll be back at New Year's Eve.

Hehe, look at the machete beside her as Average machete. It has several stages of gear shifting.

The tire looked strange. I'll push.

Pepper.

As funny as it sounds, it snapped.

"Okay. First, let's get some air in, shall we?

If I practiced on this bike, it would be hard to run.

I ran all the way home to get the air intake.

Pushing the pump a little bit, listening.

"By the way, are you okay with a helmet like that?

I feel closer to something for the construction site than for bicycles. Or, for disaster prevention.

Speaking of the lack of cushions and the wide range of strands sticking to each other, what can I say?

Easy one. No.

"It's a good idea."

"What that confidence"

"Jeans today, because they are thick. Do you want to touch it?

I'm going to lift the dough around my thighs and appeal.

"... Fine"

"And if you're about to fall, you're going to protect me, aren't you?

I smiled at this one, and when they said that, I couldn't say anything back anymore.

You let me in the air, and at last, I'm the beginning of a bicycle riding exercise.

When I was a little girl, I somehow missed the time to practice trying to ride, and I didn't have to, and if I drifted away, I wouldn't be able to ride even when I was in high school.

As it is, because I am going to be jerked off with every single thing I do - so I did the saying, and you made me this promise, but maybe I had to think about the possibility that this practice session itself would be a story that would attack me.

After all, I'm frightened. Because if you're going to borrow a bunch of words, you mean "unknown".

There are a lot of people who are usually on it, but I practiced while falling when I was little, and there are stories like that.

"What hurts is, no?

When I do you a little favor, the sequins are all over the place.

"Stop saying that, misunderstand"

Yes?

... a few seconds and I know what it means.

"Stop Sexual Harassment"

"I know you said it!

It's so hard to get nervous for some reason.

"Well, first of all, all the time"

I remembered the contents of the homepage I did a little research on last night and spanned my bike.

As it was, he kicked the ground, didn't put his legs on the pedal with his legs stretched out, and went sooo far. The speed slowly dropped and my right foot went to the ground so I changed the direction of travel a lot and did this again. Back to next door to junior.

"Try it like this"

"What?"

Oh, it wasn't linguistic enough.

Describe what needs to be done, what needs to be taken care of, what the goals of this exercise are, and where they are reached.

At the end of my explanation, one nodded junior straddles the bike.

She tried to put her butt on the saddle with her eyes toe-tipped so much that tears seemed to float.

Naturally, if a novice bicyclist does that, he's out of balance.

Well, I almost fell as far as I wanted. I'm next door, though I managed to be taken.

"Saddle's too expensive."

I mouthed my thoughts while holding my soft body.

"Say it first..."

A junior with a red face told me like I was tired even though I hadn't even started practicing yet.

Just now, they took it all in. Delightful, sad, almost.

Lower your saddle, it's a challenge again.

Grab the handle, fingers are on the brake, ready. With my feet, I put the ground on. Hey, and. It's frightening to make it too strong.

Just a little, just about 30cm, move on and you'll have feet on the ground again.

"That's good."

My back was pushed by a voice full of shen, not anymore.

Now, we proceeded about 50 cm.

Is that it? Surprisingly, isn't it?

Tasteful, I ground harder. Target, about 3m.

With my legs open, I can't really concentrate. I'll take care of it.

Then, on the calf, came the shock from behind.

"Want."

Words spill out of your mouth, spread your legs again, and you have to do the park sand at the bottom of your athletic shoes. You stopped.

Still, what's that?

If you look at the right foot you felt, the right pedal was in that position.

"Ha-ha-ha!

"What?"

Sempa, I'm laughing. Is it so funny how unhappy people are? I stuck around, and I got a cold voice.

"I'm sorry. Pedals, go around on your own. Yeah. You'd be surprised at first, sure."

"Does it hurt?"

"I'm not falling, okay? By the way, when it's like an emergency, you can use the brakes to stop faster."

"Oh, I see..."

Totally, I forgot I existed. Brakes are for that, aren't they?

Then I also had to tell you about the steering wheel operation (just leaning to the right and left) and put the saddle back in height.

Row the pedal and you'll move on, and I said, Junior can ride the bike in no time. It's still dangerous, but I think I can get my feet on it before I roll.

"That was fast."

"That's my talent!

"You know, you can flatter me there and I'll tell you how to teach..."

"Oh, that's how I teach you so much."

"Too many bars to read..."

Sit on the park bench and take a break, tapping lightly.

I also bought hot drinks from a vending machine in that area. A body exposed to wood withering warms up just a little.

"Even so, it's a question of the day."

"It's so full today."

"Why, did you want to ride a bike? If you didn't have a reason when you were a little girl, you wouldn't even have one now."

"Oops, are you listening there?

"Yeah, listen"

My junior seemed to be just a little twisted.

"Because I thought it would be easier to go to a house full of shen"

I didn't think this 3 weeks ago, but now this is the best reason. It's a long walk away. It's the other side of the station.

... hey, I'm embarrassed though.

"Right."

Sempa, turn around.

"Thanks."

"Thank you for your time and practice."

"Don't fall on the road, okay? Asphalt hurts, huh?

"Today's Question from Me."

I listened to the shen-filled, oddly realistic words.

"Have you ever fallen on a bike?

"Well, yeah."

"Tell me more"

"Huh."

Sempa, but I looked blatantly disgusted. This is something, isn't it?

"Look, it's a question of the day."

"Okay... don't laugh, okay?

"I'll laugh at you"

"Hey. Well no. You know, when I was in middle school. I ride my bike every day.

Right here.

"haha"

"Hey, why did you laugh?"

"'Cause I'm gonna say a boring gag"

"Huh?"

Seems the understanding has caught up.

"Oh. Not there. Right. Two hands, you've ridden away before, haven't you? That was when autumn began to deepen."

"Hands off, sir?"

"By the way, one hand off is so easy"

"Yes."

"So, I fell. That hurt."

It doesn't feel like the meat would shred or anything (it was my long pants), but it usually hurt.

The wound stings.

"Heh. That's what you do, Sempa."

Something's unexpected. That's what I said, junior. I drank the corn potage.

"I'm a boy, too."

I turned in the can and groaned so I wouldn't hear it next door.