I haven’t ridden a bike in twelve years. TWELVE YEARS (unless it was stationary, but really I shouldn’t even have to clarify that).
Why you ask?
I’ve mentioned before that I spent two months in Germany the Summer of 2000 and one of the many things that came out of that trip (besides a love for Craig David) was the realization that I am sort of inept at riding a bicycle.
The first incident occurred when I was bike riding with my host sister Sandra to a local lake. We were on our way to meet her friends and we were just riding bikes through the German countryside with nothing but grass on one side and cars on the other. Cars were going by us just fine as we had filed into a line and were keeping to the side. However at of nowhere I heard screeching and honking and I automatically freaked the eff out and swerved to the side. Directly into Sandra. I took us both out and onto the side of the rode. Luckily we were just scraped a bit and nothing major (like hello, getting hit by an actual car) and we did make it to the lake, but oh how I wish I had taken this as a sign to stay off the bike.
The second and most major incident happened a few weeks later. It had rained the day before so I was antsy to get outside and my host family was either busy or gone so I decided to take a bike ride by myself through the lovely fields of their small town in Bavaria. Oh. How I wish I didn’t. The ride started out innocent enough while I admired the gorgeous fields and the awe inspiring forest. However, the forest is where things went sour. I stayed on the trail and started to go down a hill, a hill that was still muddy from the rain, and before I knew it I lost total control of the bike and I flew off going one way while the bike collided down the hill another.
Once I finally got my bearings and stopped crying (oh I am such a crier) I finally picked the bike up only to find out that I had totally wrecked it. Like I had to hold the handle bars at an angle to get the bike to move straight. So I walked the mile back home shamefaced and feeling awful that I had destroyed my host sisters’ bike. Not only that but I had totally scraped up my hands and knees and had random cuts in places and oh it was just depressing.
And since then, I have yet to hop on a bike again. I know bike riding is lovely but honestly, I’m terrified. Also, let’s just get it out there that curly hair and a helmet looks ridiculous. Yes I’m slightly vain but really, I’d look like a freaking clown.
So yeah, maybe one day I’ll be compelled to ride a bike again but for now I’m quite alright walking or driving everywhere.
How about you? Are you a bike rider? Any ridiculous cycling incidents that make mine look normal, haha?
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