Earlier this year, when the weather got warmer I found myself looking at bicycles. I got it in my head that I'd like to buy one. "After all, they are the vehicles of writers and poets." I visualized myself riding around the block with the breeze blowing through my hair, like in the old days. It had been years since I had been on one. But I believed the notion that you never forget how to ride one. I was rusty, that was all. Well that turned out to be false. I forgot to take into consideration my bad knees. I found I couldn't even get on one. The 26 inch was impossible. My legs were just too short to pull up over the bar. So the sales clerk suggested I try a 24 inch. Even then I found it difficult to get on. And when I finally did, keeping my balance on the thing was a struggle. I was doomed to fall. I didn't want to break a leg. I was so frustrated. How could something I once did with ease be so arduous? Upsetting for sure. But common sense prevailed. I had to admit my bicycle riding days were over. I left the bicycles on the rack for someone else to buy and enjoy. Do you ride?