So I have a confession. Yes a confession for my first blog post, I know big stuff here. I never learned to ride a bike as a kid. Why? Well I’m pretty sure it went something like this:
Get training wheels off, get all excited and geared up (helmet, elbow pads, knee pads, gloves, all the stuff)
Get on bike and be pushed forward by mom or dad
Fall over to the side skinning some part of body I can’t remember
Wheel bike back to garage, take off helmet, and decide that is it for today
Never get on bike again.
I know pathetic. But the truth is I was a very safe child. Ok, I am a very safe person. I have never understood doing things that cause us pain, especially once it no longer becomes potential and is instead physical and real.
But out I went on a 5th or 6th attempt to learn with my boyfriend.
Day 1: Driveway
We started on the trainer and he adjusted the bike. Quickly we got the helmet on and took things out to the driveway. I quickly started to get frustrated. I mean CHILDREN do this and here I am looking like an uncoordinated idiot to any Joe Schmoe who happens to drive down the road. He kept saying he was barely holding on but I didn’t really believe him. I just couldn’t tell the difference. So eventually maybe after an hour with a 15 minute break I decided to call it a day.
Day 2: Park Parking Lot
So out we went, another day another try. But this time we went to the empty parking lot at the local park. And of course there was a group of middle schoolers I was convinced were making fun of me despite the fact they were 1,000 feet away and I couldn’t remotely know what they were doing.
It took about 30 minutes and a small break but I FINALLY DID IT!!! Ok, ok, yes a looooong time overdue from most people but who cares I finally accomplished what I set out to do!
Of course shortly after that great accomplishment I was attempting to do a better turn than I had been looping around on and fell off breaking my left pinky finger. Whoops! Luckily it looks like it should be all healed before the Victorian Christmas Music Hall where I am a can can dancer. And luckily it happened after I had been successfully riding a bit, otherwise I am not sure I would be able to get back on a bike. Now I am looking into getting a smaller frame to fit my short stature more conducive to learning than my handsome 5’10” boyfriend’s old bike.
So there we go now I can officially say I understand when people say “It’s just like riding a bike.”