This is my life.No, seriously. This is my life. I've smacked into a tree while learning to ride a bike. (Though I didn't end up faceplanting into a fence.) I've also flipped over bike handlebars. That's why I gave up learning to ride a bike. As a kid, I accepted defeat early when it came to riding bicycles. I figured I could just wait till I turned 16 and learn to drive a car. Cars are cooler than bikes, anyway.
So this is my confession: I cannot ride a bike. I argue that I
could ride a bike if I had to. Like, if someone put a gun to my head and forced me to sit on a bike and make it go forward, I'd do it. It'd be wobbly and jerky, but I could
probably make the bike get at least a few feet before losing my balance.
Here's the thing, though: by the time you make it into your thirties and you still don't know how to ride a bike, your mindset is basically "What's the point?" Yeah, yeah, bikes are fun! You get fresh air, and exercise! But you know what else?
Bikes aren't safe. I'm convinced of this. Have I ever been driving along in my car, happy as can be, and suddenly have the door fly open and get launched out of my car? No. Has this happened on a bike? Yes. Have I ever turned the steering wheel ever so slightly, only to have the car's wheels go a full 90° from the frame, and have my car flip through the air
Hellboy-style? No. Has this happened on a bike? Yes. Therefore, by my own unscientific method of mining my personal experiences, I have concluded that bikes are not safe, and I want nothing to do with them.
So I say it here, openly:
I cannot ride a bike, and I am not ashamed! ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
