This is my first submission to Irene’s Times Past, and this month’s subject is: Bicycles.
(I’ve noticed that my English is getting worse and worse. Many commonly used words become unfamiliar to me. I need to do something, so this is my effort to save the rest of my English brain.)
Baby Boomer – Tainan, Taiwan
In this photo, you see 3 sisters: my big sister was riding the bike; my younger sister sat in the back; I was a happy observer. Believe it or not, that bike in the photo was the bike I used to learn how to bike.
It was one afternoon when I was in 3nd grade. Everyone was busy, and I got bored. I pushed the bike to one end of our yard, and carefully move one leg to the other side of the bike. The bike was taller than me; placing my hands on the handlebars, I felt as if I was reaching to stars. Back and forth, I pushed the bike from one end to the other. After several back-and-forths, I managed to stand on one pedal; my arms felt much better. More back-and-forths later, I was able to ride the bike. Of course I had to stand on the pedals; the seat was too high for me.
I began biking to school when I was in 4th grade. Bike was the means of transport in Taiwan back then. (Motorcycles have replaced bikes nowadays.)
Back then, almost everyone was a biking expert. We could carry almost anything, big or small, when we biked. I bet I could texting if we had cell phone back then. 😉
Forcing others off their bikes was one game we played. We didn’t have fancy toys; we had to be creative in making games. We biked in the yard and each would try to corner the other so he would have to get off his bike. I think I won most of the time. I am sure my friends think they did 😉
A Red Bike
When I was in high school, my mom gave me a new bike – an old bike, but it was new to us. It was a cute red and white bike. I wasn’t too crazy about how it looked, but I didn’t argue. However I was shock when I first rode it – it would take 3 or 4 turns and finally the chain would be properly connected (not sure how to describe). So when the traffic light turned green, you could see my feet draw 3 circles quickly before the bike making a move. I hated it, but I didn’t say a word to my mom. I understood we didn’t have a lot of money.
One day, my sister Karin needed a bike; she asked me if she could use mine. I hesitated, wondering if I should tell her about the secret of that bike. She wasn’t too happy for my hesitation. “Only for a short while, “ she said loudly. “Sure,” I said. A minute later, I heard her screaming. “What kind of bike is this?” she said. I didn’t respond, hoping my mom didn’t hear anything.
Owing a Bike again
I didn’t bring my bike with me when attending college, only rode it during summer or winter vacation. After coming to U.S., for many years I didn’t have a bike – I didn’t think it was safe to ride one, and I finally bought one several years ago. The first thing I noticed was that the handlebars is not as stable as any of my old bikes; this didn’t bother me, since, in my mind, I am a biking expert and I can handle it. What I didn’t expect was that after riding for 5 minutes, my butt started hurting; I had never experienced this in my many biking years. (Can I have my old bike back?)
This is getting long, so I would stop here. Irene’s challenge brought back a lot of memories. Thanks, Irene.
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