Like Riding A Bicycle.

After several years in storage I decided to clean and restore my bike. I've been wanting to get different with the exercise thing and thought I'd start here. I didn't do the actual work, hell no, some nice guys over in Universal City came through for me. I shiny red road/trail hybrid and I were ready to embrace the asphalt.

'Like Riding A Bicycle' is an expression probably as old as the bicycle itself. It is meant to define the the rapid return of skills learned previously. It is meant to mean that, but last sunday I disproved the theory by means of embracing asphalt. I was armed with my mp3, sunscreen and sunglasses (I would be incognito if I embarassed myself) Helmet, schmelmet, I was going down in flames if I had to, but not a mach speed. I told the neighbors to come looking if I hadn't made it home by dark. My ambulatory skills slowly returned, and weren't seats more comfortable 'back then'. I was observing life at a different rate of speed and perspective. The insights that are coming from my new activity are promising. However certain learning curves are not so nice. Spacial awareness is a sense I'm awaiting to return. Who knew how close the streetsign was from the wall? Not me but my temple learned on that miscalculation. And certain curbs need to jumped up onto with the right amount of speed and lift. Was it an error in judgement to be out here in the first place? Or an error in judgement of space? This was going through my mind as acquired asphalt as my new teacher.

Two scraped knees, one elbow, and one bleeding calf later I called it a day. The sun was hot, the music great and my body had seen enough education at this point. I asked myself, "Self, was it as easy as riding a bicycle?" It wasn't as easy I remembered but I guess we can chalk that up to getting older. That little expression is meant to blindly encourage I discovered that day. I'll think twice about what I'm going to get my friend into when I employ it. Easy? The only thing easy in life is Sunday Morning, For Sure.