I’ve always enjoyed riding my bike, from the day Dad took off my training wheels. Yes, I really do remember that day.
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As preteen girls we once rode from our Waltham neighborhood to Concord – a distance Dad later clocked at twenty miles round trip.
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In my 20s I commuted by bike to my job on the Boston waterfront from Cambridge, riding along the Charles River. During that time I was fearless. When Juliet was young she rode on the back in her child seat to and from preschool.
In our 40’s my friends and I would bike along the paths in Lexington, away from traffic. I bought my latest bike then, the one I rediscovered in the basement during our move, covered in dust and with a flat tire, sadly neglected.
A few weeks ago, finally settled in our new place, I had that bike tire fixed. I learned about the Bruce Freeman Rail Trail nearby with available parking that welcomes cyclists and runs for miles and miles. I’m nearing 70 now, and have every intention.
Is age just a number? I guess we’ll see.
Climb Every Mountain – my latest knit design, published 10/2/2023.