Wheeee! I’m Riding!
I wish that was what I was yelling, as I stepped onto the pedals of my brand new, fix-all-my-problems-with-riding bike, for my second lesson. As we headed off – walking our bikes to a parking lot and unused road at the edge of town, I felt like a little kid again – only not the excited one who could hardly wait to try it out – but the insecure little girl who was afraid of falling off and embarrassing herself, once more. You’d think that I would have developed a bit of confidence and courage in my 60+ years! I have to give my hubby huge kudos for his patience and his determination to get me ‘back in the saddle’.
He countered all of my scaredy-cat banter about not having the same balance any more; being a lot heavier than the last time I was on a bike (30 years ago!), with that great reverse psychology line: “Ok, so you don’t have to ride if you don’t want to - we’ll take the bike back!” DARN! I DO want to ride; so I started to pay attention to the way I was riding, and what the problem was with my attempts to turn the bike around. For one thing, I had both of the handlebars in a stranglehold! When I loosened up a bit, and did as my coach said, and leaned into the turns a bit – lo and behold – progress! By the time the hour’s practice was up, I was actually able to ride the bike home! Remind me to send a card to that lovely cyclist that I cut off – She seemed to be sincerely sympathetic, what with the heartfelt greeting that she yelled at me, and all! Wheeee!