How did it start for me?
Unlike most people, I’ve not learnt how to cycle when I was a kid. I’m not exactly sure why, it just never happened. So when I turned 18, instead of buying a car I bought myself a bike and decided to learn how to cycle. If it might be scary for a child to be on a bike for the first time, it is absolutely terrifying for an adult.
A couple of bruises, falls and frights later I was on my new bike. Wobbly, so focused I couldn’t even talk to someone at the same time, but I was cycling. And it felt like a huge achievement to finally be able to call myself a cyclist.
What happened since?
Shortly after my 18th birthday I moved from my home country to England. I couldn’t bring my bike along with me and the fact that the British drive on the left made me reluctant at first to cycle here since it all seemed too confusing.
In my second year of uni studies though I thought it’s time to give it a try again. I bought myself a second-hand bike (after all, I barely knew how to cycle, there was no point in investing in a nice bike) and began cycling. It’s true what they say: once you’ve learned how to cycle, it stays with you forever.
There’s no excuse not to get back on your bike!
It all went well for a year or so; I was doing my regular ride to Uni and back -not too impressive, but it did make me feel good about myself. Until a couple of months ago when I started getting too confident, changed my usual route and went downhill without braking. Bad idea! I went over a curve and flew for a few metres with my bike until I landed in a sort of ditch. I was aching all over and could no longer walk- although, luckily, I had no broken bones.
After that I really thought I’ll not get back on the bike because I’d be too scared. But the more I thought about it, the more obvious it became that it’s not cycling that’s dangerous it was just my reckless way of cycling. It’s just so nice to cycle, to feel like you’re doing something for your health and to be able to breathe fresh air on your journey that I gathered the courage to get back on my bike for all this. Slowly, I gained back my confidence and learned from my mistake to be more careful from now on.
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