Surprise!

2014 YSGD Samples - Page 018Prepping for our trip to Alaska that is rapidly approaching, my sweet husband came home one night with a huge grin on his face and asked me to guess what he bought. Well now, that could be anything–something for the garden, something for his trains (HO that is)? After a few left field ideas he aimed his iPhone at me and asked if I knew what the picture was. I’m not blind or stupid. “It’s a pair of bikes!”
He thought it would be a great idea to start riding bikes so we could rent them in Alaska. Great idea–except he forgets that I have some physical disabilities and balance issues. I scolded him about buying me a bike without trying it to see if it fit. I wanted an old fashioned wide tire and wide seat bike. He assured me it was both.
After adjusting my seat to the lowest possible setting, I was still unable to touch the ground. By holding onto the front porch railing, I was finally able to mount the bike and take off. Things were going great–I was weaving all over the road because I felt like I was leaning to my right, (the road has a crown) but I continued. We reached the end of our road and he stopped to let cars pass. I had to stop too. So far, so good.
Now, I had to figure out how to take off again. With my feet on the ground the bike was at about a 60 degree angle–not good. But I’m determined–or perhaps stubborn and stupid! I pushed off and overcompensated for the bike leaning to the left and went over right on over. I knew I was going down and put my foot out to break the fall , but down I went right in the middle of the oil bleeding road. Now I had to figure out how to get up off my butt without anything for leverage. My new bionic knee works pretty good, but that right one is useless. Hubby urged me to just pull myself up on the bike and he would steady it. I tried. But while the bike remained upright it also rolled forward and down I went again on my right knee with nothing to break that fall. That one about did me in. I sat there in the middle of the road for what seemed like an eternity strategizing how I would get up.
I convinced Dennis he would have to park the bikes and pull me up. By the time I finally got up on my feet again, the neighbors were coming down the road. The sweet gal next door even drove down in her SUV to give me a ride back, but I needed to walk it out. So I hobbled alongside my bike back home. By then the shock was starting to wear off and I was beginning to feel the throbbing and wish I had just accepted the ride and let Dennis figure out how to get both bikes back home.
Those ice packs I got with my new knee were a blessing and I used them for the next few days. But I’ve traded my bike for the stationary bike at the gym, and I think we’ll be looking for a different mode of transportation to explore Alaska.

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