"You call this a 'bicycle'?" Qingqing tilted her head, watching me fiddle with a strange contraption pieced together from bamboo.
"That's right! Back where I'm from, this is the ultimate tool for picking up girls!" I wiped the sweat from my brow, secured the final piece of bamboo, and said, "Here, give it a try!"
Skeptical, Qingqing sat sideways on the back seat. I pedaled the chainless "bamboo-cycle," which relied entirely on my feet scraping the ground, and sped down the hillside.
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