The people who told me it was impossible to forget how to ride a bicycle may have left out a few quick facts. My reflexes are still there, but they expect to be encountering the body of a seven-year-old on a pink bike with white streamers on the handlebars. I have more momentum than I'm used to, and more weight. It takes me more work to get up hills, and I coast for longer on the other side. Still, I've done thirty minutes today, a couple times back and forth on the main street of the suburb (abandoned, as usual, at midday). I passed two or three cars successfully without bloodshed. Maybe there's something to this wheel thing.

love,
alex