It's here!
On Tuesday afternoon , 25th
May, we picked up my new Ferrari-red Tricycle from Caloundra Bike Centre where
it was assembled. Earlier in the same afternoon the second-hand tricycle rack
bought through eBay arrived. What an exciting day ... thought my birthdays had all come at once. Over a couple of days John
assembled and tweaked the rack to make it more stable, and bought, and attached, an unused second-hand board with lights, adding registration number to make
it all legal.
I did a little ride around
the carport area of our house and it felt strange. Trikes are ridden a bit
differently to bikes. One doesn’t lean in the opposite direction to keep it
balanced like a bike, when … oh you’ll see further down.
We went to Golden Beach on the flat where I rode 15 minutes without
electric (forgot to turn it on) - no worries – it was wonderful to get back on
wheels once again after, how long?
Come Wednesday 2nd
June and having had only 15 minutes on the trike, I thought, “What a beautiful
day to go riding to the Retirement Village on the bike path to visit friends. I
stood at the top of our approximately 25deg. driveway wondering whether I
should or shouldn’t; after all, it’s been a long 3.1/2 years since I stood
there at an early morning hour with my bike wondering whether to ride down or not. I did. Well
it kind of didn’t go to plan back then because I didn’t do what I should have
and crashed onto the nature strip across the court. No broken bones. Jolly good
show!
Back-to-the-future at the top
of the driveway. Now if I put the front wheel here and the left back wheel
there, the right wheel can go down the middle on the grass. What a bad idea! Hardly a wheel turn when the right wheel
dropped into the centre and I leaned the way I shouldn’t have, then like last
time, we both crashed. After quite some time I got up, again thankful for no
broken bones, checked out the red demon and found a tiny bit of paint knocked
off the brake handle … Texta can be used for all sorts.
Crashing makes for a whole
new experience of pain. Won’t bore you with the details except to say, yes,
I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I won’t do it again …I think.
When will the next adventure be? I don’t know. Probably when the pain goes away.
Not having a lockup garage, the red
thing lives inside, next to the dining
room table.
