I tend to accept any idea put forward by experts on TV. One day, a sociologist proposed that the1society has been consuming modern humans little by little. For fear that I would become a victim of the consumer society. I 2hurried to a bicycle shop in my neighborhood. 3the shopkeeper Mr. Johnson was selling me the bicycle, he said, “This is the best thing you4have done. Life has become hopelessly 5. A bicycle is simple, and it brings to you 6things: fresh air, sunshine and exercise.” I agreed. Happy as a child, I got on the bicycle and headed out onto the streets. After some time, I 7at the other end of the town. I was 8that this simple vehicle could let me9long distance in a fairly short time. But how 10did I really go?Since I hated to be 11,I went back to Mr. Johnson and asked him to 12an odometer on my bicycle. He agreed, but 13,“An odometer without a speedometer is like a 14without a knife.” I admitted he wasright and in a few minutes, the two devices were 15to the handlebars of my bicycle. “What about a horn?” he then asked. “Look, this horn is no larger than a matchbox and has many 16.” Attracted by these functions, I bought the horn.“You can’t leave the back part 17.” noted Mr. Johnson. He fixed a metal box with buttons18the seat, and said, “Is there anything better than this oven when you feel 19on your way? I can give you a special discount.” I was not strong enough to 20the offer.“I congratulate you once more; this is the best thing you could have done,” said Mr. Johnson in the end.