My mother was a remarkable woman. When she decided she really wanted to do something she learned how to do it. She just put her mind to it and did it.
Mom grew up on a farm. When they went somewhere of any distance they rode horses. She rode a horse to school.
When Mom was about 50 she decided she wanted to learn how to ride a
bicycle. She did not have the opportunity when she was a child. When her
children had bicycles she was busy raising us and did not learn. So she
never learned to ride a bike. Now she wanted to.
She went out and bought a bicycle. It was a bike made for a female which
I felt was a small mistake. For some reason boys' bikes seem to balance
better. But that was what she wanted.
Every day Mom went out for a period of time and attempted to learn to
ride. Sometimes she had family there and sometimes not. But she kept at
Mom finally got to where she could ride a bit. She was wobbly but she was riding.
My sister had just bought a brand new car... not used but brand new. It
was her first new car. She drove it over to show my parents because she
was very proud.
Mom was practicing her bike riding but stopped to ooh and aah over the
car. My sister went into the house to get a drink before Daddy came home
from work so she could show him. Mom kept practicing.
Soon Mom came into the house. My sister was sitting in there where it
was cool. Mom looked a little pale. Maybe this bicycle stuff was too
much for her.
Mom had to tell my sister that she had been riding her bike in the
street. She was doing so much better but was still not in complete
control of the bicycle. Mom had a "little" accident.
My sister was concerned that Mom was hurt. No she was not.
She had been riding up and down the street. She was feeling pretty good.
Then when she was almost finished she was in front of the house. She
lost control and started to fall.
My sister's brand spanking new car broke the fall. The handlebars of the
bike went right through the windshield of my sister's brand spanking
Now when I heard about this the loving big sister in me took over. I
laughed so hard that I almost could not breathe. I could not laugh at
Mom... it just is not done.
Mom did learn how to ride and was a good rider after much practice. To my knowledge she never "took out" another car.