This morning I walked out the back door and down the driveway with my shiny new bike rolling next to me. As I got to the front of the house, I started to wonder how I was going to ride it without breaking my neck. It’s so big, when I get on the seat, my feet don’t touch the ground. I looked around to see if anyone was looking and hopped on. I thought about turning left and going down the street to a flat surface to ‘practice’, but right then an amazing thing happened.
I turned right and went up the street and somehow stayed on the bike without tipping over and I pedaled up the hill like I’ve done it a thousand times.
Four and a half miles later I made it to the office, with a giant grin frozen to my face (it was really cold). Now, like a kid on Christmas morning, I’m staring at my new bike psyched up to ride it again. I’m leaving the office in a few minutes and expect another equally silly grin to be frozen to to my face when I get home.
As goofy as the saying is, it’s true….
[...] still remember that day in April when I got on the bike for the first time. I remember the goofy excitement I got when I [...]