Saturday, June 25, 2011
Maybe It Just Isn't Meant To Be
I got out Bertie the Bike today. She has had a year of rest in garage due to last summer's "bwoken awm" debacle. But it was gorgeous weather today, I needed to get something for dinner, the grocery store is like 6 blocks away, so it seemed like the time to renew acquaintances.
A year off of bike riding did NOT do me any good AT all. Mind you, the route to the store is just a teeny bit uphill. I was panting like a walrus by the time I'd gone 2 blocks. Bertie is a fool-proof bike, with only 3 speeds. I normally keep her in 2nd because, well, that's the only speed I know. But I "downshifted" lol into 1st gear. To get up the probably < than 1% incline. And I was going about as slow as a human can go on a bike and still be making some sort of forward progress. I'm blaming the tires, which I'm positive need air. But I don't know how to check that. I was wearing a helmet, so Safety Sam can relax.
I made it up to Albertsons (you remember, that's where strangers give me their game tickets). My bike has BOTH a hand and foot/coaster brakes. I panicked, not sure which to employ to stop my forward progress (I was being passed by snails, who flipped me off on their way by). So when I put on the brake, I tipped over. In the parking lot. In full view of whoever was lucky enough to be shopping at Alby's. I'm sure I made their day, and I'm probably getting millions of hits on my youtube video as we speak. Oh, and my thighs were so shocked at being exercised, they momentarily locked up and I wasn't at all sure I was going to be able to get back up.
People, maybe I just wasn't meant to ride a bike. Those who know me, know my long and dorky history with bike riding. Me and the bike, we just don't mix. Perhaps I just wasn't meant to have 2 wheel transit...