...it's as easy as riding a bike?
I want a word with them.
Cos it's not easy. Not when you haven't ridden one for 30 years!
I have finally ventured out in the cutway behind our home on the bike rescued from our neighbours skip. It had belonged to her daughter, nothing wrong with it, just didn't want it anymore and so it was being chucked out.
It's been sat in our shed waiting for me to feel confident enough about trying it out for a very, very long time.
Towards the end of last week I gave it a go and oh my, oh my, I was more than a bit wibbly wobbly to start with but after a couple of practices and G very kindly buying me a jelly saddle cover to help make the whole experience a little more comfortable, I'm getting the hang of it again. Slowly does it.