That day not too long ago I saw a guy riding a bicycle with no seat.
I had just left school on my bike, cycling merrily down the road. At the traffic light I stopped behind a guy riding a bicycle with no seat.
The guy was riding a bicycle with no seat.
He just stood with his legs on the ground and waited patiently for the light to turn green. Then as soon as it was green he started pedaling, without seating down. I stared, awestruck by the guy riding a bicycle with no seat.
I just followed behind him, watching his legs go round and round. He never sat, never looked tired, and accelerated faster than me. I had to cycle quickly to catch up, then he turned right. That was the last I saw the guy riding a bicycle with no seat.
As I rode home (on a bicycle with a seat), I contemplated the meaning of life. I pondered upon how insignificant our lives are, smaller than a speck of dust in the scale of the universe. I also thought that the guy riding a bicycle with no seat was awesome.