Comments on: #640 Whipping down the hill really fast after pedaling hard all the way up

By: wendywithaurora

wendywithaurora — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 02:21:22 +0000

More please!

By: wendywithaurora

wendywithaurora — Fri, 03 Jun 2011 02:20:53 +0000

Alike Merlin, Spike and Gabriel…only just shortly after the wheel was invented…
I was six, we lived in Lynn Valley where there are many big hills. There were no car seat belts, let alone safety gear of any sort in those days.
I had a classic one speed; pedal backward to brake, blue and white 2 wheeler. As soon as I could sort of ride, I was gone!
My insides shouted, “I am free!” What a feeling! Whipping wind in my hair and spinning pedals as fast as I could. The sun glistening on the fancy chrome spokes so brightly; so beautiful, caught my eye and I couldn’t remember how to brake so took a twirl and a tumble at high speed going down hill. Chin, cheeks, elbows and knees skinned, filled with dirt, burning and bleeding, but my pride and bicycle were still in tact. I carried on FULL STEAM ahead and climbed the humungous hill before me on route to Jack and Jill’s candy shop at least 3 miles away from that house at the exit of the Canyon.
I still have scars and I still feel the thrill was bloody well all worth it!!

By: spike

spike — Fri, 16 Jul 2010 21:13:14 +0000

Glad you survived. I had my own mishap on a scooter where I took an epic spill onto solid asphalt and broke my left arm in three places, bending it into the shape of a Z. Also broke my wrist, crushed my elbow, and tore tendons in my hand. I was eleven. Now I’m twenty and the bones are still a little off and my left hand isn’t very strong. But we live and cope, don’t we?

By: Gabriel

Gabriel — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 02:47:15 +0000

I love this feeling!! Once I went on a school sort of camping trip and we went biking. The counselors took us to a lake that was down a hill and they just rode down and jumped in with the bikes and everything!! Eager to do this, I followed, only to fall down due to a small hole and I ended up all bruised up… I remember having one on my leg that looked an awful lot like Italy. Anyways, like merlin above, I remember it as a fun time!!

By: merlin

merlin — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 05:07:57 +0000

Reverse version of this nearly killed me when I was 12. Was visiting a friend out of state and had to use his rattle-trap older bike while he had a nice new 10 speed. We were all about getting up a lot of speed on the downhill so that we could get up the steep hill on the other side. I got plenty of speed and the front tire started wobbling as I hit some loose gravel at the bottom of the hill. Next thing I know, I’m hanging on for dear life, my feet slapping the pavement as I try unsuccessfully not to wreck. I ended up in the ditch with 2 sprained ankles, 2 skinned knees, 1 sprained wrist, 2 skinned elbows, and a piece of glass in the other wrist. Couldn’t walk. Had to crawl to the bathroom for several days. Somehow I remember it as a fun time.

By: Gossip

Gossip — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 16:24:01 +0000

way too much fun!

By: gooddeedaday

gooddeedaday — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:18:02 +0000

Am I the only chicken that pumps the brakes on the way down???

*blushes*

By: James

James — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 01:45:02 +0000

Love it so much – my house is at the bottom of a big hill so it was common for me to do that.

By: Tracy

Tracy — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 18:27:26 +0000

I prefer this pic a bit more ^_^

By: Haylee

Haylee — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 06:27:29 +0000

I just stumbled across your blog and I love it!! What a great idea.
#640 is soo true by the way, there is nothing better than the feeling of reaching the top and that rush of wind in your hair as you begin to go down.. :)