Rediscovering the joy of cycling after an accident
Sometimes I feel sorry for Ireland. There, thinking about your own business, usually to be wonderful, when it sounds like me, crying for a minute of joy, the next blubbbering from the next other emotions.
When I say, “They like me,” I want to say from my Irish heritage. The land where our people come and seems to make us feel when we go there.
Irish diaspora is very wide. Almost 10 percent in Australia has a blood connection with Emerald Island and in Tasmania, which fires up to 18 percent to 25 percent. (My family from Tasmania, two branches from Ireland with two branches, convicted ships).
The Irish can not return without a barricade, telling the tales of his roots, crying and singing to Guinness and singing without a barricade, and without a Canadian or American visitor. Danny Boy In honor of the ancestors.
Irish seems to not come to mind, and if they do it, it’s nice to say it.
But I really test the friendship, in the village of Leitrim in the district with the same name, there is the latest tear watch from Ireland. But there is no bar – I’m in a bike shop called Electric Bike Trails.
I love riding a bike. I liked what I said “tootling .. There was no lycra, just in one step, careful and low -speed natural journey. In Italy, Switzerland, the United States and other places, I admired the landscape, I felt the freedom to stop for coffee, sing sing, just dealing with a bike. The bicycle was a direct portal for childhood moments.
Then, in 2018, on my own bike, near my own house, without my own fault, I was shot with an event that resulted in five major surgery. I was removed from one of my great pleasures. Instead: Fear. “Never again,” I said, when I was asked, if I often go back to the bicycle saddle.
In 2025, I travel to Ireland for the fifth time when I offered the opportunity to ride an e-bike through a part of Shannon Blueway. Surprisingly, I’m not saying no. Blue Roads – For small personal crafts, waterways and parallel to banks, for hikers and cyclists – the northern center of Ireland is called in the hidden heart areas because it is called. Gentle water paths are wandered from the peaceful, picturesque landscapes.
In fact, I love the idea of a victorious return to two wheels in the house of my ancestors in the middle of all this nature, beauty and iris. (And no car.)
Suddenly, time comes to take place. I’m about to wear a bicycle helmet – and I still didn’t say no – when I overcome them all. As Seamus Gibbons, the owner of electric bicycle trails, my eyes talk about my group in our good driving. “No” stays on my lips.
That’s when the common owner Eileen Gibbons notice my discomfort. It takes me quietly to match me with a bike. He sets the seat to my height, then takes me to a parking lot behind the shop.
“Why don’t you have some test journey here? See how you go. No pressure.”
And, however, disappears and leaves me, my helmet and my e-bike alone.
Great Afl Coach, John Kennedy celebrity once said, “Don’t think, do it.” And exactly like that. I ride that bike and walk around that parking lot.
And then, in the same blind faith spirit, I drive a channel that connects Shannon Blueway, Shannon and Erne along the Shannon-Ene waterway along the water pathway. Road fern is edged in Foxgloves and wild roses. I pass buttercups, sheep grazing and bird song fields.
And before you know it, Ireland cries me again, this time for pleasure – and for gratitude – because of the fact that partially Irish does not mind the Blub. But mostly Joy won.
The author traveled as the guest of tourism as the guest of Ireland.
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Julietta Jameson is a free travel writer who prefers to be in Rome, but his hometown Melbourne is a happy compromise.Connect with E -Posta.
