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“Cyclists are a species of human that evolved into the kind of person I want to become”
When he started pedaling through the streets, the Heloise Garcia Mota wrote in your blog an exciting entry and inspiring about your first experience, next to a Bike Angel
Is an account worth read – and which we reproduce here at go Bike:
Pedaling out loud
Is really amazing what a bicycle can do for you. And I say this without hiperbolismos characteristic of my emotional, romantic personality, exaggerated, artist anyway, Gemini…
I remember until today when I rode my first Ceci, pink, with basket, there in front of our House in Pompano Beach. And of course it was the most exciting thing in the world, circling the block with the nicest Christmas present i’ve ever had won. Remember that passed a person on the street, looked at me and said: somebody made a early Christmas present bike (missing a couple weeks 25), and I was embarrassed. Then I wonder where did the excitement of winning a bicycle is lost in time, but that’s another story.
I never thought that the most interesting tour of Sao Paulo could be the Bike, which takes place every last Friday of the month leaving the cyclist, strategically located at the beginning (or end) of the Paulista Avenue, in front of the subway. In July, left hundreds of bikes for touring not only by the most full of life of this world, but to live in grand style the old Center of the city that I love the most in Brazil. Quick stop at Praça da Sé, and definitely something happened in my heart when I cruzeia Ipiranga and Sao Joao Avenue pedaling, hearing a chorinho playing in the Bar Brahma port, while the dough comes together to prevent the cars pass. There’s good feeling of collective feeling, how can so many cool people gather in one place! All I could think of when I was buying my bike, my Amelie (Yes, I had already found even a name for it!).
The bicycle plan had been postponed for me, on behalf of my mother’s birthday. It was worth it, because watching the person that gave you your first bike cry of emotion because you’re giving the last bike that she hoped her life brings an indescribable satisfaction.
But after the bike was impossible to postpone the purchase of my own magrelinha, and I missed any good excuse that had arisen on that rainy Saturday and went in search of my Amelie, Amelie that fits in my budget, of course. And bought a Caloi 500, roxinho, beautiful, wonderful, which only expects a basket to complete your visual Cycle Chic. But I was just going to be ready on Tuesday, so I had a few days of anxiety facing the front. To help, I ran into the Bicycle diaries book, David Byrne (Psycho Killer!) At the entrance of the hail, winking at me with a foreword by Tom Zé. Tom Zé I met at a concert of the Ibirapuera auditorium with my friend more cyclist, JP. It seemed impossible not to read the book after so many ciclocoincidencias, and my days of anxiety were filled of stories of David Byrne getting to world cycling.
And on a beautiful Wednesday in August, I went to get my bike, with my bike Angel, JP and came pedaling home. And it wasn’t easy, it was hard. At first you think: balance, transit, safety, stay smart, demonic, bus drivers won’t do badly in front of your bike, climb (but for what I’m doing hours of gym heaven? I’m pretty sure that my BIKEEE teacher not simulated a climb of this in RPM), ufa, desciiiida (which I use brake, which brake I use?!) Marches, marches and their 21 speeds, where are you? And when I least I waited, I was home! But what happened so fast, I put up with it all over again (the ascent).
The first experience i’ve had as a cyclist I must admit that was my caretaker brat and bad tempered. He was everything that I already knew, but that he was going to stop me from keeping the bike in the garage, no. OK, my plan B was perfect, keep the bike on the balcony of apartment, which currently has plenty of room and plenty of space occupied by useless things. But I had forgotten that there are people who have prejudice. And that’s exactly what happened with my Amelie, suffered bullying the poor.
Started with me trying to convince the ushers to help me convince the janitor, and except the Zé janitor, who took my question and for embracing the grief the night janitor who helps me balance the Amelie in the elevator every night since then, no one was on my side. And worse, all tried to convince me that it wasn’t a good idea for me to go out riding in Sao Paulo. And I remember that was when I started to raise my voice: I’m not worried, I’m sure I can ride smoothly. I’m worried about where I’m going to keep my bike.
Heloise’s, but didn’t you say you had a plan B to keep at home. Yes … If I were Julio Cesar would’ve yelled dramatically: et tu Brutus! In the House wasn’t looking like they were going to take my bike so beautiful, and it was consuming and reloading all my positive thoughts of the week. And when they told me: you should have talked to the janitor before … I increased my tone of voice for the second time on behalf of Amelie: but that doesn’t change the fact that I was going to buy my bike. And it was more than great! And the good thing is that the other morante there was seen the bike yet, loved my idea, and for the first time in my own House I felt supported by the initiative to go cycling to work. I’ll never forget the feeling of relief and joy that this person gave me this Thursday, I can never thank you enough, I hope one day she knows that.
Friday morning I was pedaling alone to work, feeling the best person in the world. It felt like I didn’t have to be so afraid of things, they work out, what once seemed super complex and difficult, turned into: go and ride my dear (but watch the street!)
On the way home on Friday, JP got me another bike Angel, another very gentle person that agreed to lose a little time to follow me home. And yet I called Cinderella, when I lost my red tie sneaker that flew halfway …
Again, I open my mouth on behalf of cycling in Amelie, hitchhiking to bike anja in the Group of girls who ride every first Saturday of the month, the Pedalinas. And I got so many responses that confirmed what I thought: cyclists are a species of human that evolved into the kind of person I want to become
I’m not risking my life to say they’re better or worse than any other species of human being, but if I idealize the type of person I want to be, and people who want to be, they’re too close to a cyclist who lives trying to win your space in Sao Paulo. And that certainly is not just about the cycling.
Many first Cadence, and unfortunately on back home on Monday, I lost the foot pedal of Amelie, who flew away while I ended up the worse of the climbs of our way. And the patient JP bike Angel rose with me carrying the bike, since after a few attempts, we found (okay, he completed alone) that the pedal parafusinho dusted. As I have no car to load the bike fixed, and although the Portuguese of the bicycle attendant has suggested the remote chance I pedal with one leg, my friends volunteered to load the Amelie. First the Gui, then no, and JP himself said that carried her parallel with his bike, and in the end the baby of Amanullah. This proves my theory that I am the luckiest person in the world, with the world’s best friend … And I really want to be like them one day!
So, JP who is also my twitter Angel, was tweeting for movement Caloi Monday about this tragedy. And his wife, Evelyn, had along with it. And today I managed to be cynical with a morning … And twitter Caloi did me good! According to JP, soon the bike turn me so much that I’m not even going to be more apologizing for everything (I’m able to apologize for exist).
And that’s when he said: Bicycle transforms, that I realized that I wanted to tell you about it in the blog that I had “disabled” for almost a year. Why not? Why not continue writing … And this time disclose to a larger number of people than 4 (and ask for eternal secret!)
And run the great risk of not being understood by all this excitement, but definitely, in recent times cycling was the best I had initiative. If you do not understand, or do you think I’m exaggerating, I recommend participation in a Bike, because being there, with people that I’m sure will build a better world, you will be touched by the lightness of the soul that bike can get you.
For those who are looking for a way to become a better person, to have a better life, waking up with more good humor, to laugh, to feel new sensations, do you think I could fight for their right to choose white instead of black and ignore the collective mind in search of new and other options (like sing the second best band in the world) and If you already tired of hearing the paulistanos claim the traffic in all situations, when they are the transit.. # our site!
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