This past Tuesday I rode a bike for the first time in 18 years.
I fell down four times while trying to stop. Thank God the cops didn’t show up and arrest me.
No, I wasn’t drunk, but my legs weren’t strong enough to keep me from falling over!
I’m still hurting from that excursion today.
Keep riding. You are doing great! Keep riding.
I still remember deciding to ride a bike to work for the 1st time in about 20 years. Arose at 0400, out the driveway by 0430, with the steepest part of the ride being downhill for the first 2 blocks in a residential subdivision when nobody was awake, and as I was coasting through the 1st intersection, a sportscar pulled up quickly on my right to a stop. I slammed on my bicycle brakes, but had forgotten not to use both brakes simultaneously, and went head over heals over the front of the bike onto the asphalt with a nice road rash and embedded chunks of aggregate in my forearms. I drove to work that morning and bought a headlight, then began again the next day with less turmoil.