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Day 13: Yesterday!

Yesterday! 

My phone beeped. A message appeared from my husband. 

Charge my wheel. Wall, wheel then On. 

He was very specific. I was walking Bella. In my mind, I thought he was getting ready for a group ride with his pals. 


Then he said... You wanna go riding? 

Sure! 


My heart was nervous and excited. I was nervous because it was evening, tons of people were out and I usually go riding in the morning when no one is awake. Less people = less obstacles. That is my routine and I am comfortable with that! 

But it's Friday and 70 degrees in March, so it felt like the whole world was walking around in Manhattan. 

Lots of obstacles. 

Lots of ebike, scooters and skateboards all fighting for space in the bike lane. 

and me. 


We left and rode down to the Seaport and it was great.

Weaving through traffic to get to the park.  

Pedestrians, cars, runners and bikes. 

But I did it and my heart felt lighter. 


Then we stopped at a light and waited for a signal. 

I pushed off and the wheel spun below me, out of control and off my foot. 

People were walking around me. 

My heart sank. 

My leg started shake. 

What happened? he asked super confused. 

I don't know. I started wrong, my foot got stuck and Boom! my wheel hit the ground.  


I rode to the Bubble Tea place down the street and took a deep breath. 

It wasn't so bad. I wasn't hurt. No one was hurt. 

He got me a coconut tea. 

We talked. 

After a while we headed home. My legs felt loose, my heart was not pounding and I was just racing the bikes next to me, taking my space in the bike lane. 





Comments

  1. Your bike ride reminded me of a time my husband and I biked in London. We wanted to go from Kings Cross to Hyde Park. Seemingly easy route and there is a great bike line.... but we are NOT city bikers apparently. My husband almost died by a cabby but another biker came by and smacked the back of his car for us (giving him a middle finger). When we got off our bikes we decided to just stick to the side walks :)

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  2. I love this slice and I love that picture....such joy!!

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  3. What a ride for sure! I love the detail and the ending! The rush of the call, the ride, the fall, and the outcome of just be a little freer on a Friday afternoon! :)

    Thanks for sharing this unique slice!

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