Last weekend I fell off my bike for probably the first time in 20 years. The last time I fell off of a thing with wheels was my rollerblades. I was probably 12 and decided that the only way I was going to learn how to brake on my rollerblades was by going down a steep hill in the neighborhood. I ended up sitting abruptly down to stop myself. That felt good.
This fall was a lot less painful. We were cutting through a park to get back to the road and I had to make a sharp turn on a sidewalk. I fell sideways and couldn’t stop myself. After a brief second I assured Taylor I was okay and told him that he could laugh. And he did. Taylor claims that he did not.