I learned that you never forget how to ride a bike. I haven’t been on one in oh, say 6-7 years, and I jumped on and flew as if it were yesterday. The bike feels great, nothing like what I expected from a folder (flimsy, wobbly, etc.).
We took a little jaunt in Central Park, she and I. Forgive the crappy iPhone photo. It was fun except:
1. I probably shouldn’t have taken my first ride in many years in 80+ degrees, in a park with hills. Big hills. Ay yi yi.
2. Carrying her in this heat on the subway wasn’t particularly fun. She’s only maybe 2 or 3 lbs. heavier than Ty, but she’s bulky. And I’m old. (I didn’t want my very first ride to be in midtown weekday traffic).
3. I hate wearing a helmet. Really. It’s my first time ever wearing one, and man, did it make me sweat. Look how grumpy I am.
I have a long way to go before I work up to riding in this, but I have until May. And I’m determined to do it.
Now, please bring on Fall. I need a shower.