I had gained a bike rider co-worker friend. \u00a0I was not yet up to riding with him, but we chatted about bike stories. \u00a0He told me some of his favorite stories. \u00a0Number two favorite story was when he swallowed the biggest insect in the world\u00a0while he was riding,\u00a0and it got stuck in his throat. \u00a0He had to stop his bike and gag for a while to get the bug to go down the throat hatch. \u00a0Number one story was the mud ride. \u00a0He had the click-in shoes and pedals. \u00a0He was pedaling along far from home and there had been a lot of rain which made a lot of squishy ground. \u00a0His bike veered off the road to the ditch. \u00a0He would have crashed badly, but the ground was so soft, his bike sunk and stopped. \u00a0He was thrown forward and couldn’t get out of his pedals. \u00a0He hung there for a while. \u00a0It reminded me of the same thing that happened to me when Sage fell on her knees and propelled me forward. \u00a0I couldn’t get my feet out of the stirrups and hung down her neck for a while. \u00a0Oh the memories and stories we had to tell!<\/p>\n
He was aghast at my park police story. \u00a0I couldn’t wait to tell him about my triumphal ride at the park with my new click-in pedal shoes. \u00a0Alas, it was not to be a triumph story.<\/p>\n
With my new power shoes, I pedaled to the park. \u00a0I went corvette race track speed down the park road hill. The conqueror returns to the park! \u00a0I went to the trail and decided to ride up that short vertical trail. \u00a0On I went. \u00a0I pedaled up the hill. \u00a0Wait. \u00a0I pedaled up the hill slower and slower until my bike stopped our forward momentum. \u00a0When the bike stopped, I was shocked and so were my feet. \u00a0There was no signal from brain to feet. \u00a0Feet stayed locked into the pedals and the bike crashed to the side. CRASH to blacktop trail. \u00a0Sadly a hiking couple were there to watch in horror. Thankfully, nothing broke. \u00a0More leg skin was scrapped. \u00a0More blood was shed and there were no leaves near my crashed body to stop the blood. \u00a0One thing was good…my feet came out of the pedals on the point of impact. \u00a0The horrified couple and my horrified self determined that I could stand up. \u00a0I apologized for scaring us all so badly. \u00a0They went their way. \u00a0I walked back down the steep hill to the level ground and hopped back on the bike. \u00a0Good Lord….<\/p>\n
I managed to ride out of the park without the park police seeing my bloody legs.<\/p>\n
My co-worker was quiet when I ended the sad tale. \u00a0He took a deep breath and said, “Susan, I think you should take off those pedals until you get more experience on the bike. \u00a0You are just not yet ready to handle those pedals.” \u00a0He said this in just the right way, sad and rational. \u00a0I had no choice but to agree. \u00a0The inner park police rage continued, but it would be a while yet before i won.<\/p>\n
I didn’t ride to the park on weekends. \u00a0There were plenty of other roads and other trails to find.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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