Riding a three-wheeled velocipede is not quite the same as riding a bicycle.
In front of you there is no wheel as you expect, you felt a little lost in the emptiness of the road there below you. And a mild panic flashes in the back of your head. The two side wheels you have to get used to. They seem a little ungovernable at first.
So knee pads, life preservers, helmet, gloves, and if there was a chance, even foam rubber and space suit.
What a shame: L’Omo Tignoso ( the Mangy man) reduced to a Michelin man on a tricycle.!
It is not true that once you learn to ride a bike you never forget .
It’s kind of like everything else.
As one slowly re-learns to swallow, to speak, to tie his own shoes and walk (albeit as a turkey ) so must re-learn to ride a bicycle .
But this is a challenge to restart in a narrow sense, not so to speak. Here if you don’t balance you really fall,
The sense of balance and confidence must be regained.
As a good veteran child I start again from the backyard laps, first going only straight, then slowly daring the turns, under the patient gaze of Davide (Rabadanteam) who follows me with his scooter.
Of course the physique and head are not the elastic ones of elementary school. And then by becoming wiser you also become more fearful and chickenshit. However slowly, slowly slowly with my Mastretta bike I achieve some confidence;
Harnessed in helmet and sky-blue uniform of a letter carrier , I resume my mission in the fog and defy embarrassment.
It’s funny to see and see yourself like this : clumsy, packed and lumbering on a bike .
It will take some more practice before tackling the road . For now, I am content with backyard rides, decked out as a superhero.
