One of my friends hosted a garage sale this weekend which included an adult tricycle. I used to enjoy riding bikes but my last few rides, I fell over each time I stopped and several times while moving. Recognizing the obvious dangers, I stopped riding. It seemed reasonable that an adult tricycle might give me the ability to ride again, so I bought it.
When I got home I took my new toy out for a spin. Like a proud father, Stephen stood in the driveway watching. On my first try, I went down the driveway, across the street, stopping inches from the curb. Breathing fast, I turned to Stephen and said “I don’t know what happened. I just couldn’t turn.”
My second attempt began with a slow turn so I could get the feel of it because the tricycle didn’t handle the same as a bike. After turning, I pedaled down the street at a slight angle and came inches from crashing into our neighbor’s car. After I stopped, I looked back at Stephen, my eyes wide and my mouth open in a silent scream. He had a horrified expression on his face but was frozen in time, unable to speak.
Still undeterred, I tried a third time, turning slowly, heading back home. When I complained how hard it was to ride, Stephen gave it a try. He ended up riding it on two wheels, demonstrating how I would still be able to fall over. That cinched it, the bike had to go back.
When I returned it, I told my friend the bike tried to kill me and it attempted to destroy my neighbor’s property. Yes, I could have kept it. I could have learned to ride it. As they say: “You never forget. It’s as easy as falling off a bike.” Which is exactly the problem.
May the farce be with you!
I couldn’t find a picture of me riding a tricycle but I could really make that horse go!