It must be around 30 years since I last fell off a bike.
The path down to our house from the road is narrow and steep. It’s a zig zag, with some tight turns.
Yesterday, while biking down the path, I wasn’t paying close attention and fell on one of the turns. I skinned my knee, reopened a days old scratch on my thumb, and collected a few minor bruises. No serious damage done.
Anyway, I figure this fall was probably a good thing. Since taking up biking again around a year ago after a 25 year break, I’ve generally been rigid with terror. This fall demonstrates that I’m more relaxed now.
I certainly feel as though I’ve been growing more confident, and that my body is finally re-learning long-forgotten cycling skills.
Having the battery on my bike, to help me up Mt Victoria, has been a wonderful thing, too. I’ve even recently taken to riding home through the Town Belt. From the Marjoribanks St traffic lights via the track to the green area by the new public toilets below the Byrd Memorial takes 10 to 15 minutes, with combined pedalling and battery.
My bike skills are tiny. I can ride along a wide, flat road, without often falling off. Watch this 5 minute video though for some serious bike skills. I can only think this rider must have suffered some big-time injuries before he achieved what you see here. I have infinite admiration for people who can do this kind of thing.