Riding a bike (after 4 or 5 years of not riding) really is just like riding a bike! Who knew? I was a little nervous. Corey laughed at me when I told him this the other day, but I’m afraid of going downhill. Because our hill is steep, and it’ll be fast. And what if I use the front brake instead of the rear brake and go sailing over the front of the bike and die? I mean, really. Last night, though, it was either walk or ride. John needed my car to go to Home Depot, and I had a yoga class at the gym. How else was I going to get there? Besides the aforementioned option of walking. John pulled my bike out of the garage, put air in the tires, and adjusted the front brake so it wasn’t messing with the front tire (See? My fears weren’t groundless!), and I couldn’t very well back out then. He even took it on a test ride for me.
The hardest part was uphill (because duh), and I just rode the brake on the downhill. I wasn’t exactly graceful getting off the bike, but nobody was around to see. Yay bikes!