Guys. Important information regarding your personal safety: If you see these bicycles wobbling along a state park with Terese and me on the seats -- run for your lives.
So a few weeks ago, I developed a hankering for the feeling I used to get while gliding along effortlessly on my bike just like back when I was, oh......18 or so. So I asked John to pump up the tires of my bike so that I could re-live my youth. And then suggested that we take a couple of our bicycles along with us out to the coast in a few weeks. I imagined myself pedaling along, hair flying in the wind, gracefully maneuvering hills and corners with the ocean waves and seagulls adding to the picturesque scene.
How hard could it be? I figured. And of course, as y'all know, after I got my big ol' fanny up on the bike seat and pedaled down the street I realized that it could be very, very hard. Good grief! Why do people always say that when you never forget something, they always say, "It's like riding a bike. You never forget!"
And to that I say, pshaw.
You can indeed forget. Which is what I thought as I lay sprawled out on the pavement. Lucky for me, my injuries didn't include broken bones or massive blood loss. I just got myself a whopper bruise on my leg.
John says that the only thing to do is to get right back on that thing and ride, ride, ride. I'll have to think about that. But on the off chance that I take his advice while we're out on the coast and you experience a Julia and Terese sighting? Stay indoors. Seriously.