EVERY 20 YEARS OR SO I'M REMINDED of my first real commitment to flying through the air on two wheels.
There a I was, an immortal 9yearold in the back yard. Tossed the shovel, ready to test my foot-high jump.
Got up to speed,
Yanked hard on the bars.
Smacked my mouth.
Busted my lip and my new front tooth.
My uncle, the dentist, glued on a replacement for what I'd cracked off. It looked terrible, but I didn't care.
At 14, the parents upgraded me. New dentist shaved what remained and slid over a poorly matched cap. I didn't care.
Couple of decades later a better matched cap, which finally gave out a few months ago.
Got my new, cap this week.
Sometimes I wonder if I'd not knocked that chunk of tooth off...
or if I'd not crashed my BMX bike, ripping the skin to my knee cap...
or if I hadn't spent my afternoons delivering 50 lbs of magazines by bike...
If hadn't had those hardships and traumas, would I have appreciated all the highs those two-wheelers delivered...
... would I still be hooked?
It's hard to know, just like it's hard to know why people join the PEDALposse...
... maybe you ought to check it out?
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