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Wednesday, July 25, 2007

old photos

Now, here are some pictures from the winter of 1987-1988, a cold one as I recall, but not as cold as the winter of 1993-1994.
These are taken around my old neighborhood, and I just walked to Awbury Park and snapped these. I think its good to show them now, in the middle of July, in a small heat wave here in Los Angeles. I think the picture of the car front really shows how cold it was.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

A little memory of my Schwinn....

Here is the story of how I learned to ride a bicycle.
I remember,
when I was learning to ride a bike,
I was six, and my father ran alongside,
holding the bike up to balance me.
My friends ran along too, cheering me on.
I couldn't maintain balance and my feet hit the ground to stop every time.
This must have gone on for three weekends at my grandparents house.
At least the weather was good, fluffy clouds in the sky, sun shining, light breeze blowing. My father would release the bike, and I would just put my feet down on the ground and stop. I just couldn't do it. I didn't know why. After a few weeks of this, I thought I would be on training wheels forever.
This must have been in the spring. One day after school, I took my bike out of the basement in to the alley, took the training wheels off and just sat there. Some time went by as I was alone with my thought. Finally, I walked the bike up the alley a little ways, and sat on the seat. I was pointing downhill. I took a deep breath, and picked my feet up off the ground. I coasted a couple of yards, then put my feet on the pedals, turned the bike uphill, and pedaled. To my amazement, I was able to keep my balance! I stopped, put my down on the ground, exhaled, and almost laughed out loud. I had surprised myself. I never thought I would be able to ride a two wheeler. But I had to do it again to make sure I had not imagined the whole thing. I walked the bike back to the starting line, and got on. I lifted my feet up off the ground, and coasted again down the alley. After a few feet this time, I turned and pedaled uphill again. I did not lose my balance, I did not fall down. I did it all by myself, no one cheering me on. No one watching me. It was more fun and exhilarating that way for me.
I turned the bike around and coasted down to my house. I ran in and told my mother that I could ride my two wheeler, and to come out on the back porch and watch me ride. She laughed and walked out onto the porch. I ran out to the alley and got on the bike. I stood there for what seemed like an hour while I tried to recall how I did it. Then I took my feet off the ground, and coasted down the alley again. I was kind of wobbly and thought I would fall off the bike. But I didn't. I balanced, and turned the bike around and pedaled uphill again. It worked! Now I knew I had not just dreamed it all. I was actually riding my bike and staying on it.
Now I had enough confidence to stay on it and turn around and ride downhill to my house. The next time I looked up, my father was on the back porch with my mother
watching me ride. He was smiling and clapping his hands for me. I had achieved.