Dana Mladin

It’s like riding a bike…

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You know what they say…

I always hear about a lot of things that they are “like riding a bike”, but is riding a bike after many years really “like riding a bike”? J

THE CHILDHOOD BIKE

I started like all children, from the scooter. Then, when I was growing up, I had a Pegas bike! The one with the long saddle. Orange!

A family heirloom, I would say, considering that my older sisters had used it before.

Although used for two generations, the bike was ok, it functioned well, I also had a tool bag in the back and I had a bell. What can I say, I felt like the queen of the roads in the neighborhood…

(I don’t have any pictures of my childhood Pegas bike in my huge archive of photos. On the one hand, I don’t think it was too big deal to ride a bike at the time, since most of us did that. On the other hand, we did not have a photo camera for ordinary situations. The family camera was used by my father during holidays or at certain events.)

Since childhood, I’ve ridden a bike… well, never! Incredible, but now I realize that!

I was tempted to rent a bike on one of my trips to Amsterdam, where you feel like it after seeing hundreds of people who travel like that, but I was afraid.

In Iceland, I admired from inside a car the cyclists who rode tens, even hundreds of kilometers with their luggage on their backs, from a purely physical or spiritual inspiration.

I even bought special pants for cyclists, optimistic that I will use them one day.

Like hell I did…

The pandemic gave me a new motivation and I went to a bicycle shop, to get one to be able to move during the lockdown period. I didn’t buy it, because they didn’t have the one I liked J.

BIKE TOUR

“Let’s go to the forest by bike” – my friends tell me on a day when we are out of town.

The weather is cool and nice, we do have bicycles, so, encouraged by the theory that cycling is never forgotten, I gather all my courage and get on the saddle. God, even if my courage was all gathered, it spread on the ground when I fell after taking a turn. The laughing stock, no less. And I hadn’t even started the race!

Okay, if I only knew what was waiting for me, I wouldn’t have started.

From a simple “ride in the woods”, we rode some 10 kilometers on the roads uphill, then downhill, then uphill again, I did my best trick not to be grabbed by the feet by some stray dogs who were defending their territory, we crossed the forest on a path that meandered among the trees, I got some branches in my head, we entered an orchard with rugged terrain and a very high grass, where pedaling was a nightmare and… the icing on the cake, we came out on the road again, but in a village further down the road!

And you should have seen me, man, how I almost gave my last breath pedaling up the hill towards the destination. The legs were one thing, but you should have seen the muscle fever I had in my arms from squeezing the horns of the bike…

Now that I have caught up on my breath after the big experience, I can confirm: indeed, cycling is not forgotten. But for a few days your ass hurts so badly that you forget everything else! J))

2 Comments

  • Catalina

    14 July 2021 at 15:17

    Draga Dana,

    Este o plăcere să îți citesc articolele. Îmi place că, în ciuda experienței de televiziune și a celebrității, nu ți-ai pierdut modestia și că ești un om atât de simplu și de ‘down to Earth’ -cu picioarele pe pământ. Îți doresc sa ramai la fel de simpla, frumoasa și modesta în continuare și să ne încântă cu istorioarele tale!

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    • Dana Mladin

      3 September 2021 at 00:48

      Multumesc mult pentru pentru apreciere! Scuze pentru raspunsul tarziu. E greu sa gasesc comentarii reale printre mii de mesaje legate de viagra sau rolex replica 🙂
      As vrea sa pot scrie mai des, dar nu imi iese…

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