But the Apple Tree burned and the Disciples left. The moped was traded off to a family with kids at WVU, for campus use. Then I took the plunge. I bought an old Honda 350 from county sanitarian George Hanna and, at age 49, entered the world of cycling that others experience as teen-agers. After a few hours, I soloed and braved the traffic home.
Middle age is the best time to learn cycling.
Caution is abundant and speed is less a thrill. Safety articles say most deaths and injuries happen to young riders in their first month. Skill grows gradually. It's impossible, but it works. Sunny weekends became cruising time.