The saying “it’s like riding a bike” is absolutely not true. I can personally attest to this, and learned the hard way during a bike trip from Rome down the Appian Way.
It was sort of a comedy of errors, from not being able to keep my feet on the pedals (a 10-year absence from a bike didn’t help) to the crazy traffic as we road through the hilly, cobbled streets of Rome. I thought I was going to fall and get run over by a Fiat for sure. Then came the pouring rain, followed by hail and then mud before finally reaching the light at the end of the tunnel – the aqueduct park.
On our way back to Rome we stopped at a farmhouse where we met Anna who treated us to wine, bread and cheese made from the sheep at her farm. Even though she didn’t speak English, we connected over the simple food and universality of Facebook (she wrote down here farm’s page for us to “Like”). The day was filled with many laughs to say the least, which ended with celebratory birre with our fellow bikers and newfound friends.
At the end of it all, I wouldn’t have traded the experience for anything.