It had been ages since I last rode a bicycle.

"Bicycle," I said, pointing to the side of the road.

Nowadays, all you needed to rent one was to scan a QR code with your phone. Miles scanned one first, and just as I was about to do the same, he stopped me.

"You've been drinking, so you can't ride."

"Do they even check for drunk cycling?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Yes, they do. And—" Miles grabbed my arm. Unlike ...