Two years ago, this happened. If you don’t want to read about it again here’s the gist: Basically “friends” from every continent conspired to get me on a tiny island and on a bike. So, basically death. Look at them. Happy. Le sigh. Love: You could not ask for a more noble cause than that. Well, I […]
You know that old adage, “it’s like riding a bike”? Well I am here to tell you that it’s not. But it is possible for people to be very, very, very nice to you and help you up on your feet (so to speak). Maybe it just takes the right place, the right time, and the right spirit to get you back on a bike. My trip to Büyükada (“Big Island” in Turkish) was my first bike ride ever, and it was a myriad of lessons in self-discovery.
So yesterday I rode a bike. First I rode a bus, then a metrobüs, then a train, then a boat, and then a bike. Now for those of you not anxiously reaching for your inhaler and semi-sweet chocolate chip stash in shock, let me fill you in: I have never ridden a bike before — successfully.