...or so I feel like one when I get on my old school folding bike.
^ Steven and I took a multi-mile bike ride to Asbury Park (can you tell I love Asbury Park) and stopped at numerous adventure points along the way.We rode down Ocean Avenue and stopped at an abandoned beach spot. I was going to walk past the "do not enter sign" to show what a troublemaker I am, but then I envisioned myself crashing through a board on the pier and no one saving me because of my ignorance. So, I decided a picture wasn't worth a 1,000 stitches.
Also on our little adventure-ish-thing we 1. saw sidewalks ripped up from the hurricane. 2.road our bikes on the Asbury Park boardwalk. The feeling of this is indescribable to me. 3. rode around Ocean Grove, which is a quaint little town next to Asbury park. The old houses are phenomenal. It's really something to see. 4. went on a little island (as pictured) and had a few snacks to refuel before the grueling trip back. Sometimes I forget that as far as I ride I have to go that far back.
I'm proud to admit that I no longer have adverse feelings towards bike riding. As a child I would cry at the thought of it. With much thought and a reattempt a few years ago, I have grown to love bike riding.
Have you ever tried something you had previous ill feelings about? If so, how did it turn out?





