I grew up in South Surrey, a small town 45 minutes south of Vancouver, Canada. As a kid, I rode my bike around my cul-de-sac wearing a hand-me-down wedding veil while riding with my hands in the air. Not that I would know it at the time, but 20 years later I would find myself riding a red bicycle down a hill in Taipei, Taiwan, with my hands in the air, feeling the freedom from a bad breakup.