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Riding down memory lane

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I loved riding my bike as a child. It took me a little while to learn to ride without training wheels. I fell. A fair few times. But once I picked it up, there was no going back.

 

In Oman, given that we lived a reasonably sheltered life, my friends and I would ride our bikes in the evenings around the hospital campus where we lived. At other times, I would ride around by myself. It did end up getting a bit boring in Oman though as all we did was ride laps. After a while, there was nothing new. Nowhere unknown. Some of my friends tried different things. Like one of the guys showing off with no hands, no legs and finally, hitting a speed hump and having, as I put it, “no teeth”. Yeah, he lost his front two teeth. It wasn’t a pretty sight as we took him home in tears and pain.

After moving to India at the age of 9, I found there was a whole new world to explore on my bike. Unlike in Oman, in Bombay I was able to ride my bicycle on the roads. I was able to ride for hours on end exploring new places, finding new routes, trying out new things. In the summer holidays, my friends and I would wake up early at 6 in the morning and go on our adventures. Usually it involved riding a few kilometres away and then buying something to eat. We continued to ride in humidity and heat and somehow, it never got boring.

Unfortunately, a few years later, as I hit adolescence, something changed. My bike got neglected as I preferred to spend more time studying, getting tutored in maths, or playing cricket and football. It is something I now regret.

Lately I have been nostalgic about my riding days and been wanting to get back into it. One of my friends mentioned to me that she has recently started riding her bike every weekend. Given that she lives round the corner from me, she suggested I join her. It has made me more motivated to look into buying a bike.

Just the thought of riding a bicycle evokes feelings of being carefree again. Of feeling the wind rush through my hair. Of noticing the cars whizz past. Of feeling my leg muscles getting pumped up. Of being a child.

When was the last time you rode a bicycle?

Do share your memories!

photo credit: …storrao… via photopin cc

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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  • simple girl
    April 28, 2014 at 10:35 pm

    I rode it around 5 years back.. I do not have the urge to ride one now.. It is great that you would enjoy it even now.. go for it…
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  • simple girl
    April 28, 2014 at 10:35 pm

    I rode it around 5 years back.. I do not have the urge to ride one now.. It is great that you would enjoy it even now.. go for it…
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  • Pinky Poinker
    May 2, 2014 at 6:51 pm

    I dream about when I rode my bike as a kid. You’re right! It was the freedom of the experience! On another note… I just finished the A-Z challenge like you and need to know how to obtain the Survivor button. Could you please leave a link on my Z post? All that hard work has to lead to something 🙂
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  • Pinky Poinker
    May 2, 2014 at 6:51 pm

    I dream about when I rode my bike as a kid. You’re right! It was the freedom of the experience! On another note… I just finished the A-Z challenge like you and need to know how to obtain the Survivor button. Could you please leave a link on my Z post? All that hard work has to lead to something 🙂
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  • Leanne @ Deep Fried Fruit
    May 3, 2014 at 8:49 am

    My childhood memories of bikes are far better than my recent ones. As a Deep Fried (middle aged) woman I find that I get severe cases of “bike-bum” every time I ride which kind of takes the magic away.
    Having said that, as a family we will sometimes take a Sunday morning ride to Maccas for a naughty breakfast before then riding home in the glory that the exercise MAY just counteract the McDonalds feed.
    Been a few months since the last one …
    Leanne @ Deep Fried Fruit
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  • Leanne @ Deep Fried Fruit
    May 3, 2014 at 8:49 am

    My childhood memories of bikes are far better than my recent ones. As a Deep Fried (middle aged) woman I find that I get severe cases of “bike-bum” every time I ride which kind of takes the magic away.
    Having said that, as a family we will sometimes take a Sunday morning ride to Maccas for a naughty breakfast before then riding home in the glory that the exercise MAY just counteract the McDonalds feed.
    Been a few months since the last one …
    Leanne @ Deep Fried Fruit
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  • Emily @ Have A Laugh On Me
    May 3, 2014 at 1:24 pm

    It’s been WAY too long since I’ve got on a bike but I love it, the wind in your hair, the relaxing exercise, the distance you can go! Yay for sponsored post and I love your new photo with tongue out – GOLD! x
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  • Emily @ Have A Laugh On Me
    May 3, 2014 at 1:24 pm

    It’s been WAY too long since I’ve got on a bike but I love it, the wind in your hair, the relaxing exercise, the distance you can go! Yay for sponsored post and I love your new photo with tongue out – GOLD! x
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