Just a couple of weeks after Master got His new bicycle, I was struck with a serious case of bicycle envy. He was having so much fun with His new bike that I found myself wishing that I could have one too. T has a bike that she brought home from her mother's house. When spring comes and her shoulder is healed up, she'll be able to ride right along with Him. I was very caught up in wanting to be part of the fun...
The problem, or at least one of the problems, is that I haven't ridden for years and years -- probably not since my teens. And, I have balance issues. Some 20 years ago, when I lost my hearing, I also lost my balance. I stay vertical because I learned (or re-learned) how to do it, and if I lose focus or my attention wavers for an instant, I can fall over quite convincingly.
As Master started to work at His Christmas shopping, I let it be known that I'd rather have a bike than almost anything else I could imagine... And that is how I became the proud owner of my very own beautiful new Trek bicycle. It is wonderful; a far different two-wheeled conveyance than the old Hercules 3-speed I rode so many years ago. And, to my absolute delight, the balance issues that I worried about do not seem to be a problem. I ride along just fine.
So, we've been riding on days when the weather permits it ... round and round and round here in the condominium complex. It is relatively safe, if you don't count the possibility of being run down by a blue-haired old lady, and there are plenty of hills and curves and a wooden foot bridge that spooked me at first, but has been conquered in fine style. Yesterday afternoon, He and I began to discuss the possibility of a ride when I got home from school. It was cold here (in the low 30s), but clear and sunny, and we thought we could bundle up warmly and enjoy a ride. I told Him that I was wishing we could go ride in an upscale neighborhood not far from here... see something different, do something besides ride around "the circle," and He agreed.
I came home, and He was ready to go -- all bundled up in lots and lots of layers. I got changed, layered up, and joined Him in the garage to get the bikes out. We took off together and headed over to the ritzy neighborhood. We rode and rode and rode, all around all the curvy streets and cul-de-sacs with the fancy names. It was way more challenging than I had imagined -- very hilly, but we covered the whole neighborhood, and found ourselves, once again, at the entrance to the place. I figured that we would ride back the way we'd come, and head back to the house, but He took off the other direction, around a pond and down the hill. He turned onto another street, and rode on ahead. At first there was a sidewalk, but then we reached the point where the sidewalk ended -- a very Shel Silverstein moment. There was a lot of traffic, and the road was very narrow.
I walked, pushing the bike for probably a half an hour -- headed for home. He, when He did notice I was missing, went looking for me... But really had no idea where I was (and I hadn't taken my cell phone). He rode all over the route we'd covered, but not back down the last part of the ride home. Eventually, He went back to the house and got the car, and came and found me. He loaded me and the bike up in the car and took me home. I was shaken, but not damaged, and very glad to have been rescued. What an adventure!
I guess the moral of the story is that being 57 years old is a lot different than being 16. Who knew? Anyway, I guess I am back to riding "around the circle" until I am more sure on the new bicycle. That may take some time...