I don't know how to ride a bike.
"Of course you do", you say, because everyone knows how. That's why there is a saying "it's like riding a bike".
Except, that whie I will freely admit that I did at one time know how, it's been the relearning that hasbeen problematic. I tried in Florida with Gigi, my husband's grandmother. That was pre-kids, possibly even pre-wedding, and I made it around her friend's cul-de-sac once. Then gave up.
I tried in Lake Tahoe, (twice!) on my mom's mountain bike, and hated it each time.
So I was happy to just carry on as a non-bike rider. Except for one problem, I had promised my husband that I would learn to ride a bike before our kids (imaginary at the poitn this promise was given) were old enough to realize I couldn't ride a bike.
Needless to say, our almost 6 year old caught on to the fact that I didn't own a bike, while our garage is full of tricycles, scooters, a balance bike, and two-wheelers with training wheels...
So it was time to learn.
I told my husband I would learn if we bought a bike of my very own that:
- was aqua or pink
- had a low enough seat for me to reach the ground while riding
- had a bell
- had a kickstand so it wouldn't fall over (this elicited a *lot* of laughter)
- had giant can't-fall-over wheels
- and had a matching helmet
So sure, that this mythical bike was just that, mythical, and didn't actually exist, off we headed to a bike shop.
Yup, it's everything I asked for.
Except for the part where I didn't even want it; it's perfect. Even my daughter approves.
So far, I can ride it in laps up and down our street, up and down, up and down. It took a few days for me to be able to turn around at our end, where the street narrows, but I think I can do it now. One of our elderly neighbors is often out gardening and gives me lots of encouragement:)
I'm not street-ready yet, but I think by the end of the summer, I should be able to manage a flat, paved, no intersections, no other bikes, no cars, no one watching, bike path:)