Michael gave me a bike.  We went to Walmart on Monday and I chose one that I thought would be perfect.  I didn’t want anything too expensive, as I didn’t know if I would actually use it.  We can always upgrade it later.

The last time I was on a bike was over 35 years ago.  I remember driving around New Rochelle, and at one point a man sticks his head out of his car window and yells: “Lady, you are going to kill yourself”.

To this day I don’t know what I did wrong.  Perhaps I was driving on the wrong side of the road.  What I know is that. I don’t remember ever riding a bike after that.

We got the bike home and after a few iffy moments, I was able to balance myself and actually ride it.

I rode a few minutes yesterday, and a few more today.  I am taking it very slow, as I have tendency to over do it.  My butt already hurts, even though we swapped the hard seat that the bike comes with, with a much softer one.

I struggle with the gears.  I have no idea when to use them.  I guess it will come.  I hope to ride a little each day and hopefully explore trails with Michael.

My black and blue beauty