I told him he would be pedaling us back and I would sit on the bike cargo rack. It was pretty cute watching him gush over my efforts to come get him even though it meant enduring this ridiculous scene. He had thought this person must be crazy to think she could ride a bike that was clearly way to big and then he saw me take off the helmet. He told me later how heвЂ™d seen me on the bike but thought it was someone else. Through much repetitive tribulation, my trusty steed and I arrived at the college where my husband was watching out the cafeteria window for me. So this is what I did every time I came to an intersection stopped, got off, walked the bike across the crosswalk, tilt, swing a leg and off I go again. This essentially meant mounting a horse every time I needed to get going again. This didnвЂ™t necessarily play to my favor because once I got pedaling I basically had to get off when I needed to stop. There was no way I had the confidence to ride this gazelle on the actual road. I started on route and immediately decided that this was a sidewalk or bust mission. I convinced myself that this was for love. Ready to travel the ONLY route I knew to get to the college which was the least bike friendly and happened to have the most hills. I did a couple practise rides and figured I was ready. To pedal I had to extend my entire leg and lean my body over to each side to make a complete turn of pedaling.

I found tilting the bike nearly to the ground, swinging my leg over and using the momentum of standing it back up to be the most effective for getting on the seat. I wheeled the bike down and out of the building and began my best attempts to get on this thing. I remembered that I didnвЂ™t have a helmet either so I would have to borrow that from my husband too. I was like a child standing next to it but I figured I could still make this work.

My husband had been given a 1970s Norco Tall Boy that (for the purposes of this story) was ten feet tall. I wasnвЂ™t sure we had anything else until the back porch caught my eyeвЂ¦hubbyвЂ™s bike! I had to forgo the skateboard idea after realizing we both wouldnвЂ™t be able to ride back home on it. I found my skateboard first and thought about how cool IвЂ™d look rolling up to save my husband (thatвЂ™s right, this started to turn into a rescue mission in my head). I ran back upstairs to our apartment and searched for something with wheels. (Yeah, calling the school didnвЂ™t even cross my mind, thatвЂ™s how capable I am) If transportation is whatвЂ™s stopping me then I need to come up with a new way to get there. I could go back upstairs, wait for him to figure it out and explain the whole mishap once he walks back homeвЂ¦but thatвЂ™s boring. The longer he waits the more worried heвЂ™ll become and will want to take some form of action, though that puts us at risk of being separated. HubsterвЂ™s will be in the cafeteria waiting for me, if I donвЂ™t show up heвЂ™ll start to wonder where I am. My brain starts its scenario run through procedure. вЂњThatвЂ™s alrightвЂќ I tell myself, IвЂ™ll just call my husband and let him know he needs to walk home and OH YEAH we only have one phone between us and I have it! I bring the car around only to hear that the garage gate is broken, thatвЂ™s right, broken. going issue and itвЂ™ll be resolved by the time I drive over. I figured someone must have forgotten their key fob or thereвЂ™s a coming vs. Walking over to our car I notice seemed to be a kafuffle with some other cars around the garage gate. I grab the usual items wallet, keys, the phone and headed down to our buildingвЂ™s underground parking. isnвЂ™t relevant, we just also didnвЂ™t have one) so here I was on my way to pick up my husband from school. In an effort to save money through these student years we had one car, one phone and no t.v. Also something we shared one of was a cell phone. I, the ever supportive wife, would pick him up at the end of his school day in our one shared car.

The reason for us newlyweds to move to this new city was so my husband could start Bible College. Even if itвЂ™s longer or has more traffic at least I wonвЂ™t get shot by the hunter in the woods. IвЂ™m like a doe lost in the woods IвЂ™m essentially BambiвЂ™s mom and we know how that turned out! So when I figure out a route to get somewhere I stick to it especially if IвЂ™m alone. Anyone who knows me knows I am terrible at getting my bearings in a new place. I was newly married and my husband and I had moved to a new city. Where thereвЂ™s a will thereвЂ™s a way and believe me IвЂ™ve got will and very little shame! This certain embarrassing adventure involved me, a cell phone, a gate and a giant bike. I enjoy the mental gymnastics of figuring out and putting together a plan to solve whatever problem has come my way. IвЂ™ll start by saying IвЂ™m not one to cop-out when a challenge arises.

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