A man pedals furiously.
A woman pedals furiously.
With alternate rhythm, the go up and down on their saddle.
Sweating, breathing heavily, spitting.
They continue, pedalling furiously.
Always with alternate rhythm.
Harder, less hard, harder again.
But they remain still.
These guys went into a closed place to pedal staying still.
They paid in order to do this.
They even spent money to go and do this.
And yet they stay still, sweating and panting.
I cannot think of a more moronic thing to do.
And above all there is a sort of Kapò that barks out orders.
But the kapò gets paid.