Friday, April 4, 2014

Like riding a bike, uh-huh

To my knowledge, there is not one single level street in Hendersonville. And that brings this story into context. That and the fact that multiple surgeries caused me to stop riding my bike for years and years.

The drought ended today. I cruised up and down the streets looking like I remembered how to gear a bicycle. Not at first. But soon the mountain air was filling my tortured lungs in a desperate attempt to awaken muscle memory in my legs. J-E-L-L-O.

Eight tenths of a mile. That is not a typo.

J-E-L-L-O.

At the seven-tenths marker, I met a young student pushing her bike up the hill. We nodded the secret bicycle nod and I blurted with pride: “First good bike ride in nearly ten years.”

She shared the accomplishment: “You go, mister.”



2 comments:

The South Plainsman said...

Go for it, Gige. I have been thinking about posting on my blog again since I am not a bit more retired.

Never could really get into the swing of it.

I do enjoy pissing people off over on FB, though. LOL

Ken Martin said...

George you can do this if you ease back into it. I was riding 100-140 miles a week till I broke my collarbone in a bike wreck last September. Had surgery to put it back together with a titanium plate. January 16 was my last follow-up with the surgeon and he said you're good to go. That very afternoon I crashed and broke it again. But I'll be back at it soon. "Falling down is part of life. Getting back up is living" says the greeting card tacked to the wall next to my desk.
“Get a bicycle. You will not regret it. If you live.” -- Mark Twain

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