Riding to Death
My love for the bike started way back when I was a kid. Riding a bike in my neighborhood and in the fields provided me with an opportunity to adventure and also have some personal experiences and memories which I still hold on to date.
One of my most memorable adventure happened 10 years ago when I was 11. As a family, we went together for a vacation in Copenhagen, Denmark during summer. The fabric of this Scandinavian city is dominated by bikes and therefore I had this great urge to try riding here too although dad was against the idea.
The opportunity came a week after our arrival there when my parents left the motel we were staying for an afternoon walk. That’s when I decided to sneak out and explore the city a little bit. I didn’t have a bike and I couldn’t figure out how I could rent one. Anyway, I still went ahead and tried my luck by convincing another boy that I met to let me ride his bike. At first he was hesitant but upon convincing him that I could take good care of it, he decided to let me use his bike but for only 30 minutes.
I knew that I had to maximize the short duration given. Riding around the city was real fun and I enjoyed every moment. Trouble was that I had been limited the time that I was to use and therefore I rode the bike at a relatively high speed. Having abundant experience, it was easy to control the bike.
However, I had limited knowledge of the city and I must have gotten a bit too far with the fun because as I tried to negotiate a sharp corner I came into collision with a sedan. It all happened so fast that and what I could recall was the loud screeching of the brakes as the sedan came to an halt and the screaming of the pedestrian who witnessed the whole situation.
I was really shocked and unconscious. The next time I woke up I was in a hospital bed with my mom beside me. I was lucky to escape with mere injuries. I was discharged later and dad who was in our rented car drove us home. He barely said a word till we got home. He was really disappointed in me.
Asked where I got the bike, I wanted to lie, but I feared his wrath. He went to the car’s trunk and took out a crashed bike and went ahead to admonish me for my behavior. We agreed that we would go looking for the bike’s owner the following day, apologize and get him a new one. And that’s how we ended our 4 weeks holiday prematurely. Anyway, I still love cycling but I’m always extra careful while on the road.