The fragrant air washed over my sweaty skin as I pressed on the pedals. I was riding home from the gym. I’d finished my last workout for a week as my local gym shut as festivities across the world began. Summer in the southern hemisphere. Christmas with the sun on your back, a spring in your step, and a glint in your eye. I’m eighteen and have my driving license but ride to the gym. It gives me an extra burn to help keep...