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So, there I was, new bicycle, all the required gear (and the cute accessories of course), and a friend to show me the ropes, ready to ride for the first time in 20 years. He gave me a quick overview of what to expect, but made it sound like it was a walk in the park to ride a bike with your feet attached to the pedals. The plan was to ride the bike trail through town to get some lunch. It was only a few miles and his candid attitude was infectious. So imagine my surprise when the first turn we took was a road that would make San Francisco proud, or at least that's what it felt like. As I start up this monstrosity, I can hear the guy at the bike store telling me "the chain falls off when people try to change gears going uphill." So I power through this climb, huffing and puffing, in a gear meant for going downhill. Thank goodness it wasn't more than 50 yards to the top, but when I got there my lungs were going to explode. The worst part was that they road kept climbing, only gradually, but up none the less. My friend was already at the top of the hill. I didn't want to seem like the weak link, which of course I was anyway, so I pedaled my heart out to catch up with him. He was waiting at the first intersection we came to and I knew this was a busy street that we were going to cross so there was no choice but to come to a stop. Here it was, my first opportunity to unclip from my bike. I had practiced (that one time in spin class) so I didn't think it would be any big challenge. Boy, was I wrong. I started slowing, concentrating on moving my right heel out, away from the bike which would then cause the mechanism to let go. I thought about adding the little extra pressure that I would require to disconnect. And then it happened. Click. My right foot was disconnected! I did it! I was so proud of myself! But then I realized I was falling to the left! I desperately tried to disconnect my left foot in the two seconds before I hit the ground, but I had no leverage. So there was nothing I could do, but fall. It was mortifying and it all happened in slow motion. I can only imagine how many people driving by on that busy street went home to tell their loved ones about the girl who fell ON, not off, her bicycle. My friend seemed sympathetic and coached me up off the ground as I checked my wounds. My left elbow was scraped and my right calf was covered in grease from where it hit the chain as I landed on the pavement. I was in a little bit of pain, not too bad, and I picked up my bike ready to ride on. The rest of the ride went pretty well, and I made sure to lean in the direction of my released foot, but I'll never forget the warmth in my cheeks from embarrassment as my friend said "make sure you fix your helmet too, it's cocked off to the side." I was oblivious. |
Learning to Ride a Bike at 32 Lesson #1 Pick A Side - Deirdre Gurry |
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