So between me and the hubby, one would think that we would have a brain.... I am talking one full brain. Instead we still have only half a brain when combined.
I was having trouble with my "clickers," which are new to me, so my husband adjusted them. The shoe locks into the bike pedal, so you can perform a push-pull action when pedaling.
The new biking shoes of which I am totally clueless on how to use.
The lollipop pedals....
I was having trouble locking in... so the great man that I married adjusted them. Keep in mind, he has no experience with this type of bike shoe, nor do I. After he adjusted them, I told him before we go out on a ride, I should try them out. But did I do that? No sirree. We loaded the bikes into the van,
drove out to Phoenix strip mall, parked, unloaded the bikes, I put on my shoes, and we took off on the bikes. I had to stop because of oncoming traffic so I could cross Rte 57. I could not get my shoes unlocked from the pedals. Panic set in.... I became hysterical and quickly turned to keep riding in the parking lot. Screaming ensued.... I can't get my feet out. I struggled and struggled and finally got my shoes freed from the pedals so I could stop. In the meantime, my husband is riding back to the van and jumping off his bike so he can help me stop. Yep, we looked like a couple of clowns.
Luckily, in the strip mall there was a Family Dollar store and he went in and purchased a screw driver so he could adjust my clickers. Once adjusted and I could once again click in and out of the pedal, we took off on our bikes for a beautiful 13-mile ride. Maybe the 13 was unlucky??? Who knows... but we had a beautiful afternoon and today we are laughing about our episode. At the time, I really felt like I was going to crash. I never thought about just taking my feet out of the darn shoes. Oh well... we live and learn.
Maybe I should knit more!