My First Two Wheels
There's always this excitement that comes with learning something new. You get this amazing feeling inside that just makes you feel alive and just for that moment, all that matters to you and all you think about is how you're going to be really good at that thing.
It was the same feeling for me too when I first learnt how to ride a bicycle. Almost everyone in my street back then knew how to except for me and it was starting to feel embarrassing. All of my friends will go hire bicycles while I run after them as they ride away. So I decided it was time I learn and I had gone to my friends to teach me. Unfortunately, my first time riding a bicycle almost became my last.
The instructions my friends had given me had been pretty simple, too simple for me not to follow. All they said I was to do was look forward and never stop pedaling. I was never to look down at the pedals no matter what because the moment I did, I would crash.
One thing they forgot to teach me though was how to keep my balance because every time I got on those two wheels, I ended up bending to the side and falling off. I just couldn't find the perfect balance for me to be at the middle.
So instead of just letting me ride the whole thing myself, they decided to assist by holding the bike (to ensure it was stabilized) while all I did was pedal and look forward.
It worked for some time and for a moment there I felt really really confident. Pedaling and looking forward was obviously not an obstacle to me so I did something stupid. I guess it must have been the confidence because the next thing I did was ask my friends not to support me by holding the bike anymore, I was confident that I would be able to ride the bike on my own.
And so they left me and I took in some deep breath before placing my legs on the pedal and began to do all what my coaches had instructed me earlier to do, look forward and pedal. And for a minute there I rode the bike without any issues, but then my whole weight started to tilt to one side and there was no one to hold me or stabilize me, so I just kept on bending to the side with no control, until I found myself in his lady's store with broken eggs all over my body and on the bike, I had crashed into a store where they sold raw eggs.
I remember looking back at my friends and seeing how scared and frozen they all were, I knew I had messed up. My parents ended up paying for the damages and I got the ass whooping of a life time and was also instructed never to get on a bicycle ever again.
The punishment lasted for a while though but you know I had to finish what I started, so I did.
There is that sweet feeling that comes with having such that we can call our own, we treasure and hold it dear
Lol.. With a comment like this, I can tell you didn't read the blog but it's alright.. Thanks for the comment.
I later went through. I haven't get the rudimentary of riding it till now, most of the times I tried it do end up in one injury to another, so i gave up trying
It's so many years ago that I learned to ride a bike that I can't remember any details. I must have been under 6 years old. I'm glad to hear that you got the hang of it eventually.
Well you were lucky to learn at such a young age, I learnt mine when I was a bit older and that is why I remember most of the details 😅.