At the age of about 13, I was involved in a bike accident. I bumped into a curb while looking behind me, and was saved from going headfirst over the handlebars and into a tree by the handlebars themselves. Somehow, my thigh was wedged between the handle and the brake, which broke my forward momentum, and I'm pretty sure saved my life. Then, because no one this stupid should get off scot-free, the brake part punctured a wee hole in my thigh. It was way disgusting, but fair, I thought. In return I haven't been on a bike in ages. I tried once, and discovered to my shame that you really can forget how to ride a bike. I promptly fell over sideways and that was, as they say, that.
Lance Armstrong is racing in the Tour de France, at the age of 37. And yes, I'm ashamed of myself.
Jenny
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My own bicycle=related shame is that I didn't learn how to ride a bike until I was in High School... too long a story to fit in the 'comments' section of a blog, but trust me, it made for an weird childhood
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