On 12 September, the last I say Sir. Dude, my therapist, he had placed a super keen note on the back of my appointment card that stated, "Pump Up Your Tires & Ride!".
It took a few days to get down with it, but on this Sunday just passed, I made it so! I filled those three tires with air and got on board...
...and rode up and down my cul-de-sac. Rode up and down and felt that cool breeze coming from the North swoosh by me. I mean, it wasn't the speed of this cyclist on his Magical Schwinn Tricycle - it was more the breeze that was bringing a cool front through...
...so, yesterday I thought I would take this a step further by hitting the side walks and streets of this reservation. I liked it, but I can't stand it that I smashed into bushes and damned near ended up in Turtle Creek. I was not injured - embarrassed as hell yes, because there were witnesses on the loss of balance episodes. I was fortunate not to smash onto a car or have a car smash me. No fun. My systems continue to pull me to the left. I over compensated and panicked on both occasions. These brakes are attached to the handle bar for a purpose, I reckon. I must have looked the roll as I did the Fred Flintstone, foot brakes. Ha! It must have been a sight!
The lesson with this endeavor is that I'm simply not yet there with my balance to go beyond the safety of my cul-de-sac. Much more practice is required and practice is what I'll do. So close, yet so damned far. Even though with this, I see hope and promise. I am so excited inside right now that I must go evacuate my bladder.
I give myself this gaurantee. I'll keep air in those tires and I'll keep on trucking! Sir Dude, I'll see you tomorrow morning. We'll have our face to face then. Thank you, Sir Dude for that lil' push!
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