There once was a middle-aged man who started biking the roads in my town. Night and day, hot or cold weather he was out there grinding away on his two wheeled red bike. He wore a navy bandana around his sweaty head and he had blue eyes that looked like the ocean, when you got up close and looked into them.
I said to a friend, ‘I bet that man’s doctor told him he has heart disease and hasn’t got long to live. He’s out making himself healthy so he will stay alive.’
The man biked constantly for many months. He became known as The Man On The Bicycle.