The other day my Mother, who's turning 60 this year - mentioned to me that an old couple had brought a bike to her shop and given it to her because they didn't know what to do with it. She couldn't figure out how to put it in the car, so she said she was going to walk to work today and ride it home. She didn't know what kind of bike it was other than a girl's bike and it had flat bars instead of those drop bars that I use and that it had 3 things up front.
I told her that if she waited a week, I'd come move it for her or my sister could put it in her truck.
I'm pretty sure I've never ever seen my mother on a bike, and she probably hasn't been on one in years upon years.
My sister called my Mom this afternoon and asked if she could go to her daughter's school, because there was an awards ceremony and my sister couldn't get out of work to go...
So apparently, my Mom rode her bike to the school, and then asked the school nurse where she could park her bike because "She was going green..."
The school nurse promptly called my sister to tell her what my Mom did.
I called my Mom and she said that it was hard to get it moving, I told her she needed to down shift and she was saying "There's a lot of gears, but I don't know how to do that" and commented that "riding a bike again was enjoyable"
I told her I'd come visit this weekend, show her how to use the gears and go riding with her. I should also bring her a helmet.

