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 Pedaling through a city's streets on a bicycle, you'll discover a secret: slowness is the most luxurious speed for experiencing a place.

This era is madly obsessed with efficiency. "Finish a book in three minutes," "Explain a movie in five," "1.5x speed is normal" — we seem to be compressing every compressible moment, as if faster equals more gain. But have you ever wondered — which stays longer in your memory: the movie you watched at double speed, or the alley you slowly biked through? (Click to read original)

Cycling travel and reading are strikingly similar in this regard. Both take "slowness" as their basic unit and "feeling" as their core output. When you step on the pedals, you can only move forward at about fifteen kilometers per hour — and this speed happens to be the optimal frame rate for the human brain to process its surrounding environment. Too fast and you can't see anything clearly; too slow and it becomes tedious. Fifteen kilometers per hour is the optimal parameter for human experience of a piece of land.

Reading works the same way. Truly good reading follows a rhythm like cycling: you encounter an interesting idea, stop, think about it — like dismounting to push your bike up a slope. You come across a beautifully written passage, slow down, savor it repeatedly — like enjoying the breeze on a flat stretch of road. You open a dense theoretical book and need to catch your breath, adjust your breathing — like conquering a steep mountain path. These pauses, thoughts, and moments of reflection are the true essence of reading — not how many pages you've turned.

Those who claim to "read three hundred books a year" are probably "driving" at "cycling" speed. They quickly "drive" from one book to another, with all the scenery along the way reduced to blurry shadows. What they harvest is the metric of "how many books read," but they can't name a single book that truly changed anything about them. A cycling-style reader, on the other hand, reads only ten books a year with depth, yet the insight gained from each one runs deeper than three hundred skimmed books combined.

This is especially evident among full-time writers and knowledge workers. I know a senior book reviewer who reads only two books a month — but his reading notes for each book exceed ten thousand words. He doesn't chase speed; he pursues "complete experience" — like riding a geared bicycle, adjusting his pace flexibly according to the terrain. When facing steep theoretical chapters, he shifts to the lightest gear and crawls upward inch by inch. When encountering smooth narrative sections, he picks up speed and enjoys a satisfying downhill ride. This kind of reading makes every book feel like a real journey, not just miles clocked.

When I lived in Hong Kong, my favorite weekend activity was riding an old bicycle from Sha Tin along Tolo Harbour to Tai Po. A fifteen-kilometer route, passing the reeds of Shing Mun River, the futuristic architecture of the Science Park, and the white sands of Pak Kok. Every ride, I felt the road was slightly different from the last — because seasons change, light changes, mood changes. The same route takes on an entirely different texture each time. Reading classics feels the same way: you never read the same book twice, because you are no longer the same person.

Slow reading is not the opposite of efficiency — it is the prerequisite for depth. Like a cycling journey, it acknowledges that "arrival" is not the whole point. The process of being on the road — that is where the meaning lies.