Bike 1: learning to drive

In the last year or two, my home is close to my work, and I often go to work by bike. There are parking spots at the entrance of the community and the front and rear doors of the unit, which is very convenient.

On the way to cycling, I think of my experience of learning and cycling from time to time.

Zazie Hoko

I began to learn to ride a bike at the age of six, which is very small in our village, or the smallest.

It's still early for city dwellers, isn't it?

That's because you don't know that children now have strollers and children's bicycles. At that time, they were all type 28 cars, but there were no type 26 cars. Where can I have a children's car? I haven't heard of it, and I haven't dared to think about it, just like people who haven't heard of smart phones don't think about Apple phones.

Children who can start learning to drive at the age of six or seven generally have three conditions:

First of all, there are bicycles at home. At that time, less than one tenth of the people in the village had bicycles.

Second, they have courage and are extraordinary. Thieves are bold, parents are bold, and they are not too worried about their children falling.

Third, you should be tall and energetic, otherwise a bicycle as big as that can't be held, stood unsteadily and pushed.

I just meet these three conditions.

The three stages of riding a bicycle: pulling the crotch, riding the beam and riding the seat, are basically developed according to the changes of age and height.

Starting to learn to ride a bike has a lot to do with my uncle.

One day, my uncle came to our house and had a drink with my father at lunch. My uncle asked me if I could ride a bike. I said no.

My uncle told me that I was finished. I can't learn at the age of six or seven. Now I will study.

Then he took advantage of the strong drink and led me to learn to ride a bike.

I've only pushed my bike once before. When my father repaired my bike, I always pulled my crotch and pushed it. I've never driven myself.

My old uncle tightened the rear frame of my bicycle and told me to hold the handlebar with both hands, put my legs on my hips and put my feet on a pedal. He pushed me behind, and I rode around excitedly and proudly.

My yard is very big. I walked around the yard several times. I feel that my hands and feet are more coordinated and can maintain balance. I am a little proud and inflated: if my uncle hadn't supported me behind me, I might not have fallen.

It is really a heart. Another feature of my yard is that it is high in the north and low in the south, and the slope is not small. When it rains, there is no water in front of the house. As soon as the car stopped at Beigaogang, my uncle said, I'll ride you around again and come by yourself.

Then, I got on the bus again and started pedaling. I just stared at it and felt something was wrong. The car drove away and became unstable. The handlebar is shaking badly. The faster you step on it, the more you forget to brake. I feel terrible. Maybe my old uncle has let go. I panicked, but I couldn't catch the handlebar, and I couldn't remember to keep my balance, or I couldn't keep a straight line if I wanted to. I ride a bike.

I fell there and my old uncle came to help me get up. Seeing that I was not hurt, he not only didn't laugh at me, but also praised me happily: "You learned! Learned! "

I forgot the pain, so I quickly pushed the car up again and rode it myself. I really learned! ! I remember the first time my uncle encouraged me to eat Chili, and that's when I started eating Chili.

After my uncle fully woke up, I was a little scared.

I'm a little scared, too It's only been a few years since I felt scared. Thanks to that stupid and big bike, it was really strong. I didn't know I was young, light and smart, and my car was fine. If the quality of the bicycle is the same as my current weight, the possibility of car injury is also decreasing. Oh, my god.

After that day, I can ride away. I studied for about a week, and then I became very skilled. The harvest is great and the cost is not small. I didn't throw my bike lightly during the period, and it didn't say it hurt. I also broke my skin or got "black and blue" in several places. Am I hard on myself and my bike?

My mother loves me very much, and my father complains that whenever he says nothing, he tells me not to hit people.

After learning, try to ride for a while every day, just like today's children have just learned to play games and become addicted and fascinated.

Just then, my uncle who lives in other places asked my dad to find someone to buy a bicycle and put it in my house, saying that he would pick it up later.

At that time, bicycles could not be bought casually, and only people from supply and marketing cooperatives could buy them.

Coincidentally, after the car was bought, my father rode our bike on a business trip and didn't come back until a few days later. I want to ride a bike at home, and I feel itchy when I see my uncle's brand-new Baishan bike.

One day, I finally couldn't help it. While my mother wasn't looking, I pushed my uncle's new bike and rode it hard in the village street.

A few friends couldn't ride, so they ran with them. I also let my best friend learn to ride a bike with it.

As a result, the new bike hit the millstone and damaged the pedal and pedal crutch! Scared us a few, just waiting for my dad to come back and hit me.

When my father came back, he saw at a glance that the new bike had crashed. But my dad didn't hit me or scold me. He asked me about it and told me a few words: you can't ride someone else's new car; What if you ruin yourself and your friends? Later, I silently bought new parts to match, and wrote a letter to my uncle, telling the situation. If my uncle doesn't want it, our family will pay for it.

My uncle is not narrow-minded He is happy to pick up the car. I'm embarrassed to see him.

Zazie Hoko