Decorating With Vintage Bicycles...A Fun Story
On the primary day of my son Zach's spring break from college, I determined it might be amusing for us to move for a motorcycle ride. Now mind you, I had no longer been on a bike in 15 years. I had currently bought an vintage bicycle at a backyard sale and changed into anxious to "get some workout".
After telling Zach, "you never forget how to ride a bicycle", I took off with dogged determination.
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At the end of the street is a path you can take to get to a lovely park. As you leave the street, you have to maneuver up a higher than normal curb and onto a dirt path. Well here is where the story takes a tragic turn. Forgetting the aforementioned rule of balance, I rolled up onto the curb.......and stopped . Gravity said "Lisa Farmer, come on down" and as Zach described it, in slow motion, I complied. And then Gravity said......"gottcha"! Within 5 minutes from the house, I had shattered my right (of course it HAD to be that one) elbow and lay there a crumpled mess with elbow and dignity destroyed.
I knew I become now not going to be riding anymore so began taking into account how I could educate my bike a lesson. I would either positioned it up never to be ridden again.....
or use it in some sort of demeaning way. Bicycles are meant to be free after all.
Maybe I would make a gate out of it. That would teach it a lesson!!
Or donate it to be melted down and used to create the worlds largest bicycle.
But after months of recuperation, I began to see the beauty ....
and usefulness of bicycles again.
And remembered how plenty amusing it changed into to journey double with a friend.
I remembered that bicycles may be so romantic.
A notable manner to move on a picnic!
And how much fun you can have just riding along with the wind in your hair.
So I determined to forgive my bicycle and perhaps give it an commemorated region in my garden,
lean it up someplace for all to respect,
or make it part of my indoors layout.
I ought to even bake it a cookie to expose just how sorry I become for the overlook.
After all it is able to were worse.
Sadly, before I had the chance to make amends, someone stole it from my porch. I can only hope they saw it's vintage beauty and gave it a place of prominence in THEIR flower garden. If not ..... I hope Gravity decides to come calling again!
