For my birthday yesterday I got a third knee.
Which is to say that my first outing with clipless pedals didn't go so well. Actually falling on the pavement from the height of a bike wasn't as painful as I would have thought. Just look at this guy:
See? Easy. But after two falls on my left side I was finished. I didn't think my skin could take it, and what's more, my courage was spent. I clopped to the RER station in Saint Maur in my bike shoes and Phi met me at Nation with my normal comfy tennies so I could ride home. My third knee went down that night, leaving me with a lovely patch of road burn and several large bruises.
Next practice session to be held this weekend on a lawn somewhere.
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You have my admiration and my sympathy, ma chère.
If I get near a bike it quickly turns into a "Laugh In" rerun where that guy on the trike tumps over!!!
Le F quakes at the thought of going for a bicycle ride with me. I kid you not!
Better luck next time and keep the ice pack handy until you are back to only two knees.
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