Hello Everyone!
A few weeks ago, we cleaned out our garage. Under all the rubble, low and behold, I found my old bike! I hadn't ridden it in years. It was covered in bird poop and cobwebs, but I've been on this fitness kick lately, so I thought, gee, since we have a paved driveway now, this would be a good time to start riding it. So, I pulled it out from under the pile. Now remember, I have this brittle bone condition...so, training wheels are a must for me...well, it's a little embarrassing calling them training wheels...so I think I'll call them my safety gear. As I inspected my bike, I noticed that one of the "safety gears" was missing. So, I went to the local bike shop to get a new set. I brought them home the other day, and struggled and struggled to get them on...but tonight, I finally had success. Ah, I can finally ride my bike. I use to ride a bike all the time as a kid...but I forgot...I'm not a kid anymore. I went to get on the bike and instantly remembered...my Dad use to pick me up and PUT me on the bike. Hum...what was I to do now? Well, I wiggled and waddled and tried to get up on that bike. All the while, shaking like a leaf, because I remembered the last time I fell off a bike, I broke my arm...So, I did the only thing I knew to do...I called Ken for help. What a sweet man. Another new challenge...I forgot Ken has cerebral palsy...Well, have you ever seen a shaky guy try to load his wife on a bike with training wheels? …I thought not. Well, you should have seen us, because it was hilarious. It didn't help that I was laughing so hard I was practically crying.
He finally got me up on the bike, and then we realized the tires were flat. So, my wonderful husband went to get the tire pump. I decided, since it took about an hour to get me on the bike, I'd better just sit there and wait. He filled the tires, and stepped back. Oh wow...I couldn't believe I was up on a bike! I couldn't get my feet on the peddles...so Ken lovingly placed my feet upon them. "You are ready to go," he said. "No I'm not" I'm thinking...But after all that work, I figured I might as well give it a try...So, off I went...out the garage and down the new driveway...what a feeling of freedom....wind blowing in my hair...it was glorious...and so easy because the driveway goes downhill. Everything was going wonderfully, when all of a sudden the kids and Ken started screaming...."Your wheel, your wheel!!!" Ohhhhhhh gosh...I threw on the breaks and stood there as I froze with fear...."My wheel fell off????????" I don't know how to balance a bike!!!!!!!!!!!! The kids were laughing so hard, they were screaming...I never heard them laugh so hard....I started screaming, help, help! This wasn't fun anymore!!!!!!!! My guardian angels held me on that bike until Ken came running out to grab me. I don't even remember how he tried to grab me, but I knew it wasn't gonna work....he started laughin, I was practically cryin, the kids are still laughing hysterically, and the neighbors are driving by waving hello! Oh, gosh, what a calamity! Ken finally found a gentle way to gently set me on the ground...the lovely ground...Actually, my family overreacted a bit, because my wheel hadn't fallen off, but it was just about to. That was enough exercise for one night...Do you think I should try this again?
Missy
