I got home from work yesterday, and had just put my stuff down, when my eldest daughter came up to me and asked "Dad – will you go for a bike ride with me?".
I paused to think about this. I’d not ridden a bicycle since getting hit last July the 1st. I’d been saying that I’d ride once the weather changed. And it was a sunny seventy degrees yesterday evening.
So we went for a family bike ride. Nothing long or arduous. Went went around the block. I felt pretty clumsy out there. My shifting was awkward as I went uphill, and I felt nervous about how to see traffic approaching form the rear over my left shoulder. I need to do this more before I feel comfortable.
On the other hand, it felt good to get on the bike again. I’m riding the same Giant OCR3 that was in the accident. It’s a good bike, and was a great buy when I found it nearly two years ago. There are some flecks of orange paint on it, I presume from when the police outlined it after the crash. The seat’s torn, and there are a couple of dings on the frame.
Part of me really wanted to ride in to work today. It’s another seventy degree day. Maybe we’ll get to go around the block a few times again when I get home.
Anyway – thanks Kayla for inviting me to ride. You’ve done your dad a big favor, getting him out there again.