Laurel and Hardy learn to ride...

Tonight Brian got down our bikes and put air in the tires so Amy and I could ride. You have to realize that Amy never learned to ride a bike till she was 8, and I don't think she ever rode one with a lot of gears and brakes on the handlebars. And then she had painful feet and all the issues associated with them and couldn't ride for a long time, so it had been YEARS for her. I jumped on and took off, but she was a bit wobbly. We headed up the street intending to go around the block, but Amy was struggling as we went slowly uphill. "Switch gears!" I shouted back to her. Her reply was priceless..."What's that mean? What's a gear?" I stopped and waited until she caught up and we tried again. We rounded the corner and suddenly Amy was headed downhill like the wind...and out of control! "Use the brakes!" I yelled. She did, and almost went headfirst over the handlebars! Instead, though, she kept right on flying down the hill, past our turn, and into the next neighborhood. I stopped and waited, fully expecting her to turn around and come back. Instead, she kept on flying downhill with her legs straight out to the sides. The next thing I knew she was falling sideways into some nice, soft grass. Good thing, too. We hadn't worn helmets for our quick ride around the block. She'll have some bruises on her legs tomorrow and her wrist is a bit sore, but thankfully there are no broken bones or heads split open. We walked our bikes to level ground and slowly, very slowly made our way home. We're going to try it again tomorrow. But from now on if we even think of riding, we'll put on our helmets! (That was for you, Gail!) Oh, and did I mention it was one year ago today that she had the injection that caused her open wound issues? We've come a long, long way in 12 months. God is so very good!