The First Ride

Where did the time go? Here I write my inaugural post as a middle aged father with a long time love of bicycles. My two wheeled journey likely began as so many others with a parent running along side while holding the saddle before gradually letting go. The initial realization that I was indeed riding freely brought the hot flash of adrenaline induced warmth followed by exhilaration. Reversing course and furiously pedaling my solo wobbly self brought a sense of accomplishment that was overwhelming.  I did it. It may have only been a few hundred meters but I did it. The adventure began. Two wheeled freedom that survives in me to this day.