Have a laugh - young boys and an old lady

[mentalsolstice]

57. Because of balance issues from birth

I had a hard time learning how to ride a bike. My dad tried for years. Anyway, when I was about 12, my mom had a friend who insisted she could teach me to ride. So they planned a secret weekend, unbeknownst to my dad and I. Within an hour of being deposited at her door, I was riding the hell out of that bike. She sat me on her daughter’s bike, who was out of town, and she used language I wouldn’t expect from my parents’ friend. After that I rode all weekend. When my parents came to pick me up, they kept it casual. While my dad was out on the sidewalk, casually talking to her and my mom, I got on the bike and breezed by them. It was the first time I saw my daddy cry. And I can’t even tell you the freedom I got after that.

Now that I’m pushing 60, and having just moving back to the FL coast, I find myself in the market for a bike. Thanks for what you did for those boys! I’m sure they’ll never forget!