I bet it felt pretty darn good to be rolling around on the bike again! And I command you for slapping the fear on its forehear (or something. I'm a Slovak, work with me here...). When I tore my rib off of the sternum, i never picked up my mountain bike again. i gave it to my dad. it's only been the rode bike sinse.
Well done, Roger! I bet it was a bit scary at first. Now there's no stopping you!
Thanks to both of you. For a while, I was getting depressed thinking I might never make it. This had become sort of a goal for me, and it's kind of nice to start feeling human again.
nah, it really is a BIG achievement. and you've done it so fast! you really have.
and nearly 3 years later, I have NOT mastered that bouncy bike
time to get it out of my life, and into the hands of someone who'll appreciate it
That bicycle is finally gone - in the hands of someone who does appreciate it.
She gave me a vintage single speed coaster bike yesterday.
Now that I can ride (and did last night)!
This thread was a great re-read