My Little Corner

 It's here! 

On Tuesday afternoon , 25^th 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 2^nd 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.

     On the Trike rack ready to go.

Not having a lockup garage, the red

          thing lives inside, next to the dining

         room table.