With that, the summer of my sophomore year of the high school came to an end, and while I was thinking about going on to higher education, I started using the school library a lot.
(I was just going to the place.)
And I found a book there.
It was a book titled “2,500 Kilometers of Cycle Guys” and was a compilation of a travel diary of a certain Charrider in Hokkaido.
It was a very interesting book for me, because I didn’t understood the reasons and/or motivations until this time why other charriders would bother to use the means due to just suffering.
But as I read the book, I became gradually drawn into the world described therein.
When I finished reading the book and looked at the “book card” at the end of it, I noticed that there was no trace of anyone borrowed it before.
“This book isn’t meant to be shown to recent school yankees. It would be happier if I had it!” I therefore came to decide to take the book without borrowing it.
(Sorry, but the book wasn’t properly maintained, so no one knew about it.)
That book was so precious to me that it lead me to my fantastic experience.
Because there were some notes in the book that strongly moved my emotions one way or another.
The book had the following descriptions:
~At that moment, I heard my own voice.
“Why am I doing this?”
“Why do I have to suffer like this?”
“I’m such a big idiot so that I try all the way to the end of Japan to make myself suffer. Because I love this.”~
“Same as me…”
As I continued reading, I realized that the main character of the book was someone who, like me, had an interest in girls, but had no connection to them, and had traveled by bicycle.
I had a lot of things in common with the main character of the book, and eventually I got myself into the book and felt like I was in Hokkaido.
If you’re a charrider, you’ll want to travel around Hokkaido once.
I thought I decided no more cycling, but after having read the book, the spirit of Charrider was burning again more than before.
“I want to go as the author did.”
However, the next one is different from the previous trip around the Kii Peninsula. I wondered if I could do it.
At that time, I opened the map to look back on the places I’ve run so far.
It was a blank map of Nara Prefecture, with the roads traced in red I had ridden on my bicycle up until now.
Looking at the map, surprisingly a little there was no place more to ride in Nara Prefecture.
“…I see. I’ve been running this far …”
When I saw that map, I could no longer give up on Hokkaido.
“I’ll go!! To Hokkaido.”
My big “longing” will never disappear and keep on burning in my heart until it has been fulfilled.
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