A Tween boy and the hill

This story is about a boy, his trusted Atlas cycle and a hill. Long ago in a different land this tween boy had learnt the art of riding cycle. In fact he had acquired such great skills in that art that he started using this medium to ride to school. Years went by and the boy forgot about cycle. 

Presently the boy who by now lives down under in a  hostel has to climb up on Wellington road, (its windy) turn right from Paramveer Major Chowk and then with a great efforts ride up to his destination the hill. Its the hill which challenges him each day and each day he feels the monotony of the job which is to climb the hill. Today is especially a bad day. He got up late and thus skipped breakfast, and he already had skipped dinner last night. His stomach was growling but not as much as apprehension was growling in his mind. At the first turn the dogs (Rosie, N0 4 and N0 7) started barking at him and chased his cycle. But his cycle was trusted and like a noble stead it manoeuvred him away from danger and brought him close to his destination. The boy felt like Lance Armstorm in a tour De France with his constant high power pedalling and his technique of leaving his seat. At last the boy reached the top of the hill and with great effort got down his bike. Just when he was going to feel good about the whole experience, the boy suddenly realized that he forgot his I card back in his room. Without I card they won't let him enter the hill. Thus dejected he returned back. He said, " The hill did not beat me but I could not win it over either!"