Well, here she is – my independent mode of transport.
I bought her off a Screening Agent at work and today I brought her home.
I didn’t ride her though.
I think I speak with authority when I say that both the 2 men who watched as I wobbled off around the parking garage, and most surprisingly myself, were afraid for my safety should I attempt to take her on the road right away.
I haven’t ridden a bike for a good 12 years-maybe longer.
I started riding at 16 and stopped finally at about age 36.
In between then and now, however, have come lots of changes – not the least of which being a death and rebirth; no small matter.
But it was still a curiously humbling experience to admit that I need to regain my confidence and my riding skills – so she came home with me on the back of the bakkie.
I’m going to be taking many rides around my quiet suburb in the next few days. Tomorrow should be good – the neighbours have just stopped by to say they’re having a 40th birthday party then – and I’ll only take her on the roads when I’m back to something like my old confidence.
She’ll also get a name sometime soon. Any suggestions?