While some people celebrate wedding anniversaries or birth anniversaries, I seem to celebrate a different kind (in addition to the norm). March 26, 1986. It was 28 years ago, but yet I can remember the day like it was yesterday.It was a Wednesday, just like today, and I was home from school for the week for Easter week. I got on my 10 speed and set off for a long ride up the San Gabriel River bike trail starting at my apartment in Seal Beach, Ca.
Towards the end of my 20 mile ride, I (like other young kids at the time) felt it necessary to get my bike registered in case it got stolen. I stopped at the police station and they said they didn't handle that, but try town hall or the fire department. Town hall didn't either and so I trekked across the street to the fire house. They registered bikes, but only on Saturdays.This was too bad because my bike was destroyed not 2 minutes after I left. I, carelessly, pulled out from between two parked cars and rode my bike headlong into an oncoming Volkswagen Rabbit/Golf.
On this day, 28 years ago, I broke my neck and became an incomplete quadriplegic. Since then, I have become a completely different (better in my mind) person and have had many experiences that I will remember forever (some bad, most wonderful).Needless to say, I got back on a bike and have had fun both on and off the bicycle seat. As I have aged, I find myself using 3 wheels instead of 2, but not all the time. I am ok with that as I have really enjoyed the past 28 years. And now that I have the Trekinetic K2, it has reopened all the roads I found closing up.
