Bikes and I don't mix. I love bikes too. The idea of being able to swiftly get around using only my personal strength and energy means a lot to me. Using a gas powered car always seemed like cheating to me. Unfortunately though as I've said; me, and bikes don't mix. It seems that whenever I decide to hop on one and take a joy ride I tend to hurt myself. I think it all originates from my own stupid actions as a kid but now even with my new vintage bicycle I am sometimes literally scared to get on.
I can recall it like it was yesterday. Having finally reached the height where my feet would hit the low petals on grown up bikes I was able to head out on my own trails. It was also the first time I had the chance to use a real gear shifter to change the gears to my liking. I felt like such an adult playing with the gears and setting it to how I liked. I was still a little short at the time so I still had to gain momentum by pushing the bike along my side and hopping on once I was in motion. Getting off was also still a little trouble because I needed to lean heavily to one side in order for one foot to reach the ground. This is where my love for bicycling began.
Finally I had the capability of venturing out on my own without the supervision of my parents or any authority figure. I thought it a good idea to explore the trails in the woods nearby my house as it was a common place for bikers to bike. All by myself I jumped on the ten-speed and sped off to my future hobby; or so I thought.
I'm positive it wasn't longer than five or ten minutes when I scarred my mind. I understand now that I'm an ignorant rube but at the time it seemed like a good idea. Traveling down one of the bike paths my eyes caught sight of a little plastic ball a few feet up. Unlike normal, rational human beings who avoid obstacles in there way I rode right at it like I was a ramp or something. It wasn't a ramp though- it was a little plastic ball. I suppose I thought I was going to catch air or something but I didn't. My face slapped the ground giving me a bloody nose and scraped my elbows and knees. To this day I replay the incident in my head and I chill of fear goes down my spine.
Let us all hope you're not as dumb as I and you haven't developed an irrational fear of bikes because of your own stupidity. I still love to ride but that memory will be with me for as long as I live.
I can recall it like it was yesterday. Having finally reached the height where my feet would hit the low petals on grown up bikes I was able to head out on my own trails. It was also the first time I had the chance to use a real gear shifter to change the gears to my liking. I felt like such an adult playing with the gears and setting it to how I liked. I was still a little short at the time so I still had to gain momentum by pushing the bike along my side and hopping on once I was in motion. Getting off was also still a little trouble because I needed to lean heavily to one side in order for one foot to reach the ground. This is where my love for bicycling began.
Finally I had the capability of venturing out on my own without the supervision of my parents or any authority figure. I thought it a good idea to explore the trails in the woods nearby my house as it was a common place for bikers to bike. All by myself I jumped on the ten-speed and sped off to my future hobby; or so I thought.
I'm positive it wasn't longer than five or ten minutes when I scarred my mind. I understand now that I'm an ignorant rube but at the time it seemed like a good idea. Traveling down one of the bike paths my eyes caught sight of a little plastic ball a few feet up. Unlike normal, rational human beings who avoid obstacles in there way I rode right at it like I was a ramp or something. It wasn't a ramp though- it was a little plastic ball. I suppose I thought I was going to catch air or something but I didn't. My face slapped the ground giving me a bloody nose and scraped my elbows and knees. To this day I replay the incident in my head and I chill of fear goes down my spine.
Let us all hope you're not as dumb as I and you haven't developed an irrational fear of bikes because of your own stupidity. I still love to ride but that memory will be with me for as long as I live.
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