Riding my childhood bicycle. No fear, no gear. Age 23 was my final ride, until 30 years later.
Sporting a helmet, gloves on a 21 speed Schwinn, looking like a pro. Rebalancing was difficult, yet doable. Gaining momentum, I over-focused on the shifting gear, swerved and crashed to the pavement.
Lying in a heap- shaken, bruised, knee bleeding, I made a vow.
Walk the bike and admit defeat. Instead the adrenalin inside my damaged body told me to try again. I had fallen, did get up and ride with pride.
Next time, however, I'll definitely wear bubble wrap.