{"id":345,"date":"2013-05-28T00:16:00","date_gmt":"2013-05-27T16:16:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lifestinymiracles.com\/2013\/05\/28\/adventures-of-learning-to-ride-a-bike-part-2-ride-baby-ride\/"},"modified":"2014-10-03T18:19:49","modified_gmt":"2014-10-03T10:19:49","slug":"adventures-of-learning-to-ride-a-bike-part-2-ride-baby-ride","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lifestinymiracles.com\/2013\/05\/adventures-of-learning-to-ride-a-bike-part-2-ride-baby-ride\/","title":{"rendered":"Adventures of Learning to Ride A Bike (Part 2) – Ride Baby Ride!"},"content":{"rendered":"
I love cycling. Many of my childhood memories were centred around cycling. I remembered the only bicycle I had as a child was a \u2018Girl\u2019s Bike’ – the ones without a center shaft, no gears, just 2 trusty brakes, a wire basket in front to act as a bumper and a ‘dynamo’ (of which kids these days would associate it with the washing detergent) to power the light\u2026my bike was metallic blue and white in colour. I cycled for many reasons: to school, to tuition classes, to impress girls, to escape rabid dogs\u2026to just, getaway and feel the rush of wind through the hair, brushing against the skin. Even as an Undergrad in Melbourne, I had a bicycle which I rode to classes and to work. Cycling was more than just a mode of transport, it brought me to places, people and experiences which collectively shaped who I am today. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n