Okay, so the first post is going to be about biking. NO NOT HOGS! I’m not speaking of that type of biking, though in my “youth” it was the best kind. I’m talking about the bicycle.Now there’s one important thing you need to know about me and well about Alex. We don’t know how to ride bikes. At all. I had a bicycle when I was little. It was pink and had streamers. I loved it. It left my garage and was given to my nieces with the training wheels still attached. I never took it out of the garage before that day. I’m sure the poor thing was shocked to know that there was a whole wide world outside my tiny little house.
I blame my parents for my lack of biking skills. I mainly blame them because I’m over two hours away from my mother and so she cannot defend herself. I know why I never learned to master the two wheel mechanism, it’s because though I’ve always been basically fearless I was afraid to fall down in our gravel driveway and hurt myself.
Now, I know I could probably borrow a friend’s bike and know-how and sit in their backyard and have them teach me how to bike, but folks that’s not happening anytime soon. I’m twenty-three and that ship has sailed. I’d say if I was meant to learn that wonderful skill I would have learned it with everyone else by the age of seven and no later than ten.
I do, however, reserve the right to resent those who can ride and mentally hit them with my car, crushing the pretty wheels and spokes.
Now all around this post are images of bicycles that, if I did ever learn to ride I would own, or wish I owned. Aren’t they pretty?