Riding, riding, riding…

The moment I saw the prompt ‘ride’ a memory from my youth came to mind, and as I continued reading Feve’s words, a second memory came to mind. Of course I have to share both with you, and maybe more!

Ride a bike

I was fourteen when I sat on a bike for the first time, and essentially, also for the last.

My next door neighbor back then just had a new boyfriend, Paxton. She was two years older than I was, and Paxton was two years older than her. Now Paxton was certainly not a young man who would’ve made my head turn twice, was it not that he had a motorcycle. It intrigued me, and I wanted nothing more than be able to go for a ride on it. Paxton might have been a bit too interested in me, seeing that my neighbor was his girlfriend, but I didn’t mind, because after some weeks he invited me for a ride on his bike. I eagerly accepted, took the helmet he gave me, and hopped on the back. Oh gosh, the feeling of power between my legs when he opened the throttle wide and sped down the road. Incredible. That was the first time I saw the ugly side of jealousy, as that girl was not impressed with him and me taking off like that.

Some years later — by now I was seventeen — I got a scooter. Not a bike, but still two wheels. Not much speed, but it got me where I needed to be. It also got me into hospital once. Three times, at exactly the same point, a car (not the same one) bumped into me. It was a strange point where two roads got together and drivers frequently didn’t see cyclists or scooters. The third time I was bumped off my scooter, I had a hole in my knee and called my mom from the hospital. Thankfully not long after that I bought a car, mom taught me how to drive and two months after my eighteenth birthday, I got my driver’s license.

When I moved to the Netherlands and didn’t have the money to buy a car, I bought a scooter again. That thing brought me where I wanted to be, but it also frequently didn’t bring me anywhere because of mechanical problems. One day I drove to work in the snow, and as I rounded a corner — carefully — the scooter slipped under me, fell to the side and on my foot. God, it hurt like hell. I was up in seconds, struggling to lift the heavy scooter on the icy road, but I did. I could barely walk, but the shame of falling and maybe someone seeing me was much stronger than giving in to the pain. Oh the stupidity…

After that, I decided to keep to cars.

Ride a horse

I vaguely remember that in the time we lived in Namibia — we moved there when I was 10 and left when I was 14 — I sat on a horse, but the memory is not clear.

What I do remember clearly is many years later, when I lived in Cape Town, that I wanted to go horseback riding with a colleague-friend of mine. I went to the stables with her, and stood watching while she got the horse ready. We were there for about ten minutes when I told her I wasn’t feeling well and will be waiting in the car. Half an hour later I told her I think I need to go to the doctor. She abandoned everything and off we went, to the doctor, where I ended up with an oxygen mask because of an asthma attack. Huh? I never suffered from it ever before.

Two weeks later I went to the stables with her again. She wanted to cut a bit off the horse’s tail, and I watched as she did. By then I was already feeling shortness of breath, but trying to ignore it (yeah, dumb). Suddenly my one eye started itching and withing seconds it was so swollen that I couldn’t see through it anymore. She took me to the ER and once more I ended up with oxygen, and they removed a hair from my eye. Apparently from the horse. They told me to stay away from horses, as I am very allergic to it.

I did as they said, but she my friend still visited me when she came from the stables, and every time I had to go to the ER, get oxygen, or take the emergency meds they had given me. I asked her to stay away, or at least go for a shower after she had been at the stables and before she visited me. From then on, I never went close to horses, and it’s a good thing I didn’t. In November 2019 I had allergy tests done, and had a severe reaction to… horses.

So much for my fascination with horses and wanting to go for a ride…

© Rebel’s Notes
Image from Pixabay

Reminiscences: Musings in Memoir

11 thoughts on “Riding, riding, riding…

  1. “but the shame of falling and maybe someone seeing me was much stronger than giving in to the pain. Oh the stupidity…”
    Haha! I had this too in the snow, but by falling off my bicycle lmao.
    Also wow, you must have a very severe allergy to horses! Must have been so strange and a bit scary having to go for the hospital for breathing problems all of a sudden

    1. Haha I am still like that. Shame definitely goes before hurt.
      There indeed is something very scary in being in the ER with a mask on your face and understanding how bad it can be without the treatment. I adore horses, they are magnificent animals, but I stay FAR away from them 😉

  2. A horse allergy! I was thinking it is a good job I dont have that lol.
    My kids Dad had a motor bike and it did give me a sense of something being on the back – power or similar. Never ridden one my self or a scooter
    May xx

    1. It is a good thing you don’t have it indeed! Also, I don’t think I will ever ride a scooter again 😉 xox

  3. Oh wow! That is a scary experience. I’m scared of horses because I was nearly thrown off of one, but I can’t imagine having to go to the ER due to an allergic reaction. Glad you were able to get treatment in time.

    1. I hope I never have to suffer from an allergic reaction due to horses again. Back in November 2019 I had allergy test done and they also test for horses. Just that drop on my arm made me short of breath. So I am definitely staying away from them! I can’t imagine how scary it must be to be thrown off a horse! Ouch!

  4. Oh dear… The scooter incidents! And those allergic reactions sound awful.

    You are the first person I’ve ever known who was allergic to horses! I wonder how common that is?

    1. You actually made me check how common it is, and it seems that 4% of people suffering from allergies, have an allergy for horses.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this:

By continuing to use the site, you agree to the use of cookies. more information

The cookie settings on this website are set to "allow cookies" to give you the best browsing experience possible. If you continue to use this website without changing your cookie settings or you click "Accept" below then you are consenting to this. Please also ready the Privacy Policy

Close