Last week on beach trip part two, I rode a bike. I had to, they came with the house. Problem was, I haven’t been on a bike in ten years.
It was my 40th birthday weekend at Little St. Simons Island. I failed miserably, couldn’t keep my balance, my eyes swelled and I went nowhere. One of the groundsmen picked me up with the bike and we fed bacon to alligators instead.
Now, two weeks shy of 50 and I’m back on a bike. Wobbly at first, I realized I’ve found balance, strength, direction and vision – only took ten years.