Crises Averted

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I laughed the whole way through the section of Kincaid Park called "Roller Coaster." It took an extensive uphill climb to wipe the grin off my warm face.
During my first, brief ride at Kincaid, I used caution down the narrow hills and anxiety often clutched tightly to the brakes. Several weeks later, I peddled enthusiastically behind Aunt Lyn and determined to keep her in sight, even when flying down-hill. If she didnt use her breaks on a down-hill, I wouldn't need to either. And if I could see the next climb ahead, why slow down? The incline will take care of that. With these things in mind, I thoroughly enjoyed myself, especially hurling down the hills. Roller Coaster was my favorite. Long and thrilling, it continued up and down, always down more than up. At one point, the upward slant changed so quickly to a downward slope that my stomach dropped! That really sent me laughing. Unfortunately, I became over confident. A recurrent predicament. Towards the end of our ride, I miss judged a turn at the bottom of a hill and my back wheel began sliding out from under me. Turning and maintaining an upright position were no longer compatible options. It was "either-or." Immediately dismissing the slamming to the ground at top speeds option, I maintained a course for the trees and slammed on the breaks. Though the breaks responded reluctantly to my urging and the bike seemed more inclined to take the scenic detour, I avoided the trees. Crises averted. Once I mustered my nerves and slapped on a smile, I guided my stubborn steed back to the beaten path to finish the bike ride in high spirits.