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So I have to admit: I haven’t been on a bike in probably
over 20 years. I’m not even sure if I could stay upright if presented with the
opportunity to jump on and fly like the wind. Is the saying, “It’s just like
riding a bike” even true? That once you learn the skill, you have it forever?
I’m filled with trepidation over the whole thing. It seems so romantic to ride
down the street to the grocery store and fill my bicycle basket with fresh
flowers and goods. But at the same time, the thought is terrifying. I’d love to
hear from any of you who might have had the experience of jumping on a bike
several years after learning the skill as a child. Did you survive, or are your
knees marred with scars from the lovely pavement?
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