I like to ride my bicycle…

I like to ride my bike…

A couple of months ago, the lord got his mountain back stolen, in truth it just disappeared from the shed at home.

This sparkled a renew interest on his part to have a bike. We haven’t used the bikes for ages, we didn’t ride at all while in Brazil, despite having visited about 100 shops to try and buy one.

And I only learnt how to ride a bike a couple of years ago, anyway.
When a was a young girl, my dad had lost all hopes to teach little girls how to cycle, having previously failed with my sister. So, growing up and staying in one of the largest cities in the world, I never really had much interest in learning. I thougth it would be impossible to learn.
But somehow I started to feel rather left out, everyone was cycling here and there. So, I borrowed an old trasho bike from a friend and set to the park in front in my home, with the lord.
He tried holding the bike and running behind me as we see dads doing… It didn’t work. People around tried to help and chip in with their advice. That just made things worse.now I was embarrassed as well as self-conscious and scared.
Finally, the lord came up with a breaking through idea. I should treat the bike as a scooter and try to balance.
Then I strated to balace on the bike long enough to try to put my foot on the pedal, and soon enough I was cycling.
I am still wobbly. But since we bought new folding bikes, I have been cycling a lot, and have even strarted to do so on quiet roads on weekend days.
I want to aim to use the bike as means of transport.
It’s so annoying to wait for the bus and so very nice to ride my bike!