When I Was Six

Yes, when I was six years old I learned to ride a two wheel bike.

It was borrowed – balance, bravery and bruises.

Now I am eighty six. I ride an E Bike.

I bought it – for balance,

There’s a wee bit of fear but so far no bruises.

“Well you’re doing alright!”

Insulting?

Admiring?

Never got comments like that when I was six.

My Pop, “Slow down you little bugger!”

Pop was a great old guy

Remembered stuff he did when he was a ‘ little bugger.”

In fact Pop was not a part of the family tree. Originally he was a boarder in my Nana’s boarding house.

They got on well. Very well.

I’m not aware of my Pop riding a bike.

Riding the bike is an escape, adventure.

A passing cyclist ~ a cheery greeting.

Blue sky

Horizon to horizon clouds

Contented munching of cows

No traffic bustle, nor that fear of being passed to closely.