It was common for handle bars to give out. After tightening and re-tightening, I might find myself with handle bars that wobbled as I rode. There was a pile of old bikes behind the storage shed in the back yard. It was a junk yard of sorts for bicycles. Usually, I could find about any spare part needed to make a repair. Not this time.
|I found this example on the Internet.|
And it worked. I would start by reaching down and holding the forks to get started. After my momentum was up, I could let go and sit up straight while pedalling. With a little more practice, I was able to start with no hands, too.
I rode the bike to school without handle bars. When everybody noticed what I was doing, they acted like I was crazy. I loved the attention. Everywhere I went on the bike with no handlebars, people said something.
It became about performing. I wanted to be the center of attention. It took me a lot of years to realize that. I still like being the center of attention. Who can resist a good pat on the back, right?
First pride, then the crash—
the bigger the ego, the harder the fall.
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