I am struggling with my pride. I am trying to come to terms with the fact that I really ought to stop riding a bike!
Twice recently, I have caught my foot on the (low) bar of my old-fashioned ladies' bike, when dismounting upon being forced to brake suddenly, and tumbled over.
No serious damage, but the sensible half of me says this is the kind of warning that circus artistes walking the high-wire or working on trapezes take heed of when they fall down twice - not willing to risk the third and possible fatal or at least serious fall.
But my pride is hurt. Ridiculous, as I have never really been all that fond of cycling, but now I just don't want to have reached the age where I have to give it up.
Any good advice on how to ignore my pride and be sensible?
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