In a straight line

You know the test.

Where you walk in a straight line to prove your sobriety.

Well, for me the test was cycling in a straight line to prove well, that I can cycle.

I didn't own a cycle as a kid.

I only bought one 3-4 years ago.

It's pink and has a basket in front.

And it's called Ladybird.

I've had it for a while but I couldn't get myself to cycle.

No training wheels. No helmet. And no courage.

And then yesterday I did it.

I had my brother-in-law (who also doubles as my Tennis coach) hold the back of the cycle while I pretended to be confident and started cycling ahead.

 

 

After doing this for a while I saw that he was running beside me instead of behind me and I was obviously beaming with pride.

I won't lie, there were moments of 'Are you sure you're holding the cycle?', 'Make me go straight' and 'Promise me you wont leave it'.

It was no different than when I tried learning 20 years ago.

Only now, luckily my feet touch the ground.

With those backup brakes you automatically get about 10ml of extra courage.

All in all it was a day of achievement.

With no training wheels and no helmet.

Now I'm all ready to enrage car drivers.

All I have to learn is how to turn.

Or then how to cycle through walls.