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Learning to Ride a Bike Again

And there it is....complete with detachable wire handlebars basket for Malti's riding pleasure!
And there it is….complete with detachable wire handlebars basket for Malti’s riding pleasure!

When I was 15, I had a Schwinn bike that I loved. Even before that, I had two bikes for toddlers that I only looked at and never ridden.

Then some mean people came and stole it out of our garage.

Fast forward 30 years to, well, this year.

I am 45, and guess what I am learning to ride again?

One day several weeks ago my mom called me up out of the blue.

She mentioned a sale (my mom is great at finding sales) and a three-speed bike and how if she got it for me, I could take my young & restless tortoise, Malti, for rides in the handlebars basket.

Malti, a born adventurer if ever there was one.
Malti, a born adventurer if ever there was one.

This sounded like a great plan and I enthusiastically agreed. Yes, a bike would be wonderful, thank you.

In fact, I told her, I’ve been having what I call “biking dreams” for several years now. In the dreams, I’m riding my old Schwinn, flying around my childhood neighborhood and feeling totally free.

So she hit “add to cart” and the bike was on its way to me.

Then the anxiety kicked in. 

I mean, I was going to actually have to ride it. 

What if I was the only person on the planet who had actually forgotten how to ride a bike?

What if I fell off and died? What if Malti died (which would be far worse)?

And let’s not even get started on the so-called “easy assembly.”

But step by step, anxiety by anxiety and fear by fear we got the bike assembled, accessories selected, and me onto the seat for my very first ride.

Which went surprisingly well, I am delighted to report!

My wheeled mentor was very patient and encouraging, and together we conquered (well, navigated) the sidewalk like the budding pros I suspect we are.

Today’s Takeaway: About a month ago I shared my experiences with achieving a little goal with big impact – bringing home my very own gardenia plant. Learning to ride the bike again has been very similar – producing an innocent exhilaration unlike anything “grown-up me” has ever been able to reproduce via career successes or even creative endeavors. Have you ever experienced anything similar – where the smallest of goals has delivered the biggest and most meaningful of rewards?

Learning to Ride a Bike Again

Shannon Cutts

Parrot, tortoise & box turtle mama. Writer. Author. Mentor. Champion of all people (and things) recovered and recovering.

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Cutts, S. (2019). Learning to Ride a Bike Again. Psych Central. Retrieved on February 28, 2020, from


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