It seems like all I have talked about, regarding my Trikke, is falling from it. Well that can happen with anything, from skates, to bikes, to new shoes. I haven't spent much time on why I risk injury in the first place. I think it started in High School...I went to Huntington Beach High School, and my best friend went to Edison, on the other side of HB. We would meet at the pier after school every day and admire the surfers. Later, I would watch them ride their bikes like they rode a wave, curving and cutting back into the imaginary wave. An "S" shape that continued block after block. I learned to ride my bike like that and it was fun, leaning into the curve.
That was the first thing I thought when I saw my friend StanLe on his new Trikke. That and rollerskating, the other thing I loved doing as a kid.
One of the things I thought of incessantly while on the couch last week was getting back to Trikkin'. The longer I stayed on the couch, the more I would have to work to get back to where I was 5 minutes before the fall. Still, every little bruise, scab or sore muscle made me feel stronger and younger and more athletic than I had for years, 20+ years. So let's just face it, having fun is dangerous... And it's worth the risk!!
photo by Randy Boyd
