By the time the bikes were spotless, even had a bit of polish on Terry's baby to get the baked on bugs off, my headache was gone. I'd had a couple of dizzy spells when I was getting up earlier in the day so I was watching for that while bending and stuff while washing and polishing. No problems, I wonder if my determination not the let anything stop me having a normal day helped me here.
So we hoped on the bikes and as I pulled out of the driveway I was nervous to tell the truth. For the first 500 meters I was almost waiting for the aura's to start again. They didn't and after that first bit of riding the thrill took over like it always does. Yay it felt so good to be on Roxy I think my grin was nearly as big as it used to be when I first got her.
We didn't really have any plans, we thought we'd just head out towards the Western Plains Zoo which is at the edge of town and see if we could grab a coffee. They opened up a new coffee shop out there bout a year ago and my workmates took me there for my 40th birthday not long afterwards. I haven't been there since so it seemed like a nice place to go that wasn't too far from home. The cafe was closed, but there's a nice sitting area outside the cafe that looks out over the Spider Monkey and Lemur islands.
|The Lemurs were huddled together on the least windy side of their little hut.|
|Begging for more grooming.|
|Black and white Ruffed Lemurs poking about in a log.|
We sat there for a bit and watched the Lemurs and birds in the trees on the islands.
|Sulfer-Crested Cockatoos. I could watch these guys playing for hours.|
We took off from the Zoo after about a half hour, interesting carpark, loose gravel all over the bitumen and some tight turns for me to manoeuvre through. I'm pretty happy with myself that I did it all without making too many mistakes and none of them were noticeable. Except the round about I went around the wrong way to get out. The sign posts aren't terribly clear and I could see a sign that said exit, so I headed for it. The only thing was I was supposed to go around the round about to get to it, which I didn't notice til I got half way round the wrong way. Lucky it was late on a Monday evening so there were no other people around!
|Look at those shiny bikes!!|
Riding the bike again without the fear that my head was going to turn traitor was wonderful, chatting with a fellow bike enthusiast who had a lot of years of riding under his belt was fantastic. Two things I will never tire of .... riding my bike and chatting with complete strangers with just that love of riding in common, that makes it like you are chatting with someone you've known for years.
After the past couple of weeks of feeling so cruddy and bit sorry for myself, it was just the best thing in the world to get out on Roxy with my husband and suddenly I feel like a human being again. With all my old ambitions (get better at riding and do more of it) and hopes and dreams firmly back in my head and heart, it can only get better from here.