The start of a journey is happens with the first step or in this case, the first rotation of the pedal. Sometimes a dream motivates a person to take a first step toward an end goal. Sometimes a first step is really a matter of ‘let’s try something new’. Cycling wasn’t on my radar growing up. I learned to ride bike practicing with my brother and sister, going down a grassy knoll in the school yard until I could ride. Then we moved to the farm where there was less opportunity to ride bike. We did live at a dead end and I did ride a few kilometres to visit friends so now that I am reminiscing, it seems I may have had a bit of a bent toward cycling, or perhaps all kids were riding bikes that much or more.
When I met my husband, he was a cyclist. He and his friend had done a couple of trips. One of our first activities together was a bike ride. I wasn’t really comfortable on a bike. My bike didn’t fit me really well and I had a substantial a$$ over tea kettle incident going down a hill on a rocky city trail a few months before. Fortunately the extent of my injuries were not serious but included scrapes and holes from pebbles and extremely sore muscles likely from tensing up while I was going over the handle bars.
Another reason I didn’t feel comfortable riding was balance. I have always struggled with balance. I walked late and to this day struggle with standing on one foot for more than 2.3 seconds. On a bike despite my confidence now, I still struggle if I have a very narrow path on which to aim the tires. I prefer a 1 foot width for wiggle room.
The year after we got married I got a new bike. He had a 1986 Myata 610 already and we found a 1987 Myata 610 a young lady was selling due to a bike accident that had caused a cycling limiting injury. We started training and the next summer took 6 days and road our bikes from Calgary to Kelowna. The following year a friend of mine and I rode from Calgary to Seattle in 13 days, took the ferry up to Victoria, then road to the ferry and took it across to Vancouver where my husband met us. We stayed a couple days with friends in Vancouver before making the trek home.
The next summer we had our first child. Cycling took a hiatus through the next few years with children. Still the feel of the open road was in my system and in time my cycling legs and ambitions returned. It’s interesting looking back on an unplanned journey to try to figure out what the instrumental point was when it all started. I am not sure there was one specific moment but I believe marrying my husband was definitely the biggest reason I took to cycling.