Now that moving into my new flat has been a while ago, I decided to find my old bicycle and make it mobile again. When the next weekend came along with plenty of sunshine, I felt it was time to give it a try. So far, I considered it to be too dangerous to try and ride my bike in city centre, but now that I am living in an area with plenty of pedestrians and bikers, I surely wanted to give it a go!
The first tries went really well. I drove up and down the street and was very pleased to be moving my body again. I could also do my shopping on the bike, as every shop and supermarket has bicycle stands in order to park your bike. Additionally, I took care of an extra lock, because even old bikes tend to get stolen, as happened recently to my new neighbour, even though her bicycle had been in her possession for more than twenty years.
The other day I wanted to take my bike to the market for fresh vegetables and fruit. At first, I had to wait a while as heavy rain came down on us. As soon as it had finished, I got on my bike again and continued. A block before the market, I had to turn into a street on my left. I wanted to pay attention to the tram rails but by then, it was already too late: I started to slide and before I knew it, I sat on the cobbled pavement. Apart from a few bruises and some scratches, nothing much happened luckily enough. It is just my bike that is injured. My partner however thinks he can manage that!
It was a huge surprise for me when my mother called me the next day to tell me that my dad also had an accident with his new motorbike whilst hibernating in Spain: as he wanted to pass a car, the driver pulled out and they hit each other. Again, nobody got injured here. However, what astonishes me most is the fact that although there are several thousand miles between us, my dad and I automatically copy our behavior. I am sure that a well trained psychologist can tell a lot more about the special bond between my dad and me with this information!