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July 17, 2011

Tess Yanisch ’13

This summer, I did something I've been meaning to do for the past few years: learn to ride a bike. Yes, I am proof that not all liberal arts students bike everywhere--or at least, I have been. That's changing now.

A blurry photo of a girl biking in the street
All photos are taken by my brother, Blake.

I did nearly learn when I was little. I got a bike when I was four and tooled around on it a lot. I would go zooming around the driveway and garage with my basket full of grape jelly sandwiches, or ride along when my parents went for walks. They gradually raised the training wheels until they only touched if the bike was tipped sideways. Looking back, I think I only used them for starting and perhaps very sharp turns. Regardless, when I was eight and my parents suggested taking them off entirely, I insisted on riding on grass to minimize my chances of injury. We went down to my school's field and I attempted to ride. Needless to say, I did not do very well, but I put it down to the lack of training wheels rather than the grass. I never really got around to trying it again, and shortly thereafter, I outgrew the little bike.

Now, of course, there was a catch-22. I could only learn to ride if we got a new bike; we could only get a new bike, however, if I was going to get some decent use out of it. And since I didn't know how to ride, I wasn't very interested. Besides, where would I go? There wasn't any place I particularly longed to be able to go to often. Perhaps if I'd realized that a bike would let me explore, that I could go to places I didn't know about already, I would have been more interested--but maybe not. I would probably rather have been reading, or going for walks.

That was another thing: I like walking. If I'd wanted to go places more, or on shorter notice, I probably would have learned so that my parents wouldn't have to chauffeur me everywhere, but I was kind of a homebody and could manage what was important on foot. (This also partly explains why I didn't get my driver's license until after graduation.) I could walk to my high school--Dad always dropped me off in the mornings on his way to work, but I usually walked home. In fact, I doubted I could manage to ride a bike while laden down with a heavy backpack, stray lunchbox, and unwieldy violin, even if I wanted to.

I still felt that riding a bike was something I should know how to do, so I took Mom's bike out a few times one summer. Mom's bike was specially fitted for her at a bike shop. However, they screwed it up--it's too big for her.

I'm four inches shorter than she is.

The attempt didn't work out so well.

I went away to college, still firmly if somewhat foggily determined to learn how to ride a bike sometime. I got pretty busy and never got around to renting a bike from the bike co-op, though I did get myself a helmet last fall. While I do have lots of places I like to go in Oberlin, everything is easily accessible by foot (the town is very walkable), so learning how to ride a bike was not a necessity.

But this summer, at last, I have time and access to a reasonably appropriately sized bike. My little brother, Blake, has more of an interest in zooming around the hills and trails around our house than I ever thought to have, so Mom and Dad got him a bike. It's a little small, but if I jack up the seat I can manage it reasonably well.

A bike in a driveway held up by a kickstand

The day I got back, I took it out and wobbled nervously along our dead-end street, Blake scootering along and offering advice. I wiped out several times, or rather, I mastered the fine art of leaping clear when I felt the bike going over. After one particularly dramatic episode, in which I swung off the seat just before the bike hit a neighbor's recycling bin, Blake jokingly asked if I was learning gymnastics.

Someone mid fall on a bike

By the end of the session, I was able to go for maybe 150 feet in a straight line on a flat surface, though I had a tendency to panic on the curves of our cul-de-sac. I figured this was pretty good for someone with three hours of sleep under her belt.

Someone is mounting a bike

I took the bike out again several weeks later, determined to make better progress. The previous attempt's lessons stuck with me--I was doing better from the start. Blake came out with me again, giving me encouragement and advice. This time, I'd given him my camera, with instructions to take pictures and video clips if I did anything interesting. He did so. He was a great sport. (I think he was a little disappointed I didn't have to bail out dramatically anymore, though. He would've loved a picture of that.)

Here are some of the videos he took. He really was wonderful about it, even running alongside me to take pictures or video. I didn't ask him to do that; he did it by himself.

By the end of the morning, I was able to go around the cul-de-sac, which involves a curve on a hill, without panicking or crashing into anyone's mailbox. This modest accomplishment still pleases me greatly, and if it ever stops raining here (Washington's summers are supposed to make up for the rest of the year; apparently 2011 didn't get the memo) on a day I'm not working I will try it again. My next goal is to be able to turn around without having to stop. I can turn with a curve on the road, but I seem to lack the confidence to do it on my own.

Blake is sure I can do it. Hopefully soon I will be able to zip around the trails like him. I'm certainly having fun.

Someone is riding a bike

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