Wow! Twenty reasons to celebrate Summer! That's pretty great! Well, here goes!
Reason Twenty: Bike Riding.
Bike Riding is such a Summer activity. I can remember riding my bike all over creation. We lived across the street from a small park until I was ten years old, and my siblings and I would ride our bikes all over that park.
Then one day my parents took me to the store and bought me a full-size 21 speed bicycle. I can remember putting it together in my parents living room and then rolling it out the front door. It was fire engine red with white racing stripes and studded tires, "suitable for both pavement and off-road terrain." It was bigger than my old bike and didn't need training wheels. I was ready for the big time.
I opened up those 21 speeds and started flying down the street. Paused for the stop sign, then tore off again. The wind in my face, bugs in my mouth, I had reached the breakneck speed of approximately 8mph when my front wheel started wobbling. No big deal. I decided simply to slowly grasp the brake and slow down to regain control.
Only I grasped with my left hand, not my right. And because my bike was brand new, the brakes were very touchy. So the front wheel brake worked very well and stopped the momentum of the bicycle completely.
My momentum continued, however, and I flew over the handlebars and descended gracefully to the pavement. (I feel like I've told this story on my blog once before? If that is the case I apologize to the three people who have already read this story)
My face suffered a nasty scrape and my bike suffered a few dents and my pride suffered a little as well. But I learned my lesson! Squeeze the right brake slowly, instead of the left brake.
To Summer, Bike Riding, and all the wonderful joys that come with it.
Here's to Summer.
Reason Twenty: Bike Riding.
Bike Riding is such a Summer activity. I can remember riding my bike all over creation. We lived across the street from a small park until I was ten years old, and my siblings and I would ride our bikes all over that park.
Then one day my parents took me to the store and bought me a full-size 21 speed bicycle. I can remember putting it together in my parents living room and then rolling it out the front door. It was fire engine red with white racing stripes and studded tires, "suitable for both pavement and off-road terrain." It was bigger than my old bike and didn't need training wheels. I was ready for the big time.
I opened up those 21 speeds and started flying down the street. Paused for the stop sign, then tore off again. The wind in my face, bugs in my mouth, I had reached the breakneck speed of approximately 8mph when my front wheel started wobbling. No big deal. I decided simply to slowly grasp the brake and slow down to regain control.
Only I grasped with my left hand, not my right. And because my bike was brand new, the brakes were very touchy. So the front wheel brake worked very well and stopped the momentum of the bicycle completely.
My momentum continued, however, and I flew over the handlebars and descended gracefully to the pavement. (I feel like I've told this story on my blog once before? If that is the case I apologize to the three people who have already read this story)
My face suffered a nasty scrape and my bike suffered a few dents and my pride suffered a little as well. But I learned my lesson! Squeeze the right brake slowly, instead of the left brake.
To Summer, Bike Riding, and all the wonderful joys that come with it.
Here's to Summer.
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