The technique made sense: I released the grips when one of my arms was already hanging freely by the side of my body, and I just matched it with another, which made it easier to balance and keep the centre of gravity low. The gears were set high so that there were more rotations relative to the speed — that heped with balance as well. Everything just fell in place, but the strange thing is that it did so without any conscious effort on my part. And the fact that I was able to ride like that about 3 km almost without touching the bars — is just mind boggling.

P. S. The only thing I can think of — Flobots’ song of the same name as this entry that has been rather popular with me last few weeks — is largely coincidental. Or is it?

Proverb, as it turned out, is rather commonly used, but of literary origin. I burrowed in the Net and have found that this phrase most likely belongs to the pen of Federico García Lorca. However, I couldn’t find direct reference to the source, so, if suddenly the expert on Spanish-language literature should happen to crawl by, it would be interesting to learn whence feet grow.