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Cycling through adulthood

Cycling through adulthood

Cycling across time. Two pictures of the author with their bike during different life stages.(Photo: KASTELLA NGUYEN/The Stanford Daily) Growing up in a city of…

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Cycling across time. Two pictures of the author with their bike during different life stages.(Photo: KASTELLA NGUYEN/The Stanford Daily) Growing up in a city of endless roads and freeways, sitting in the passenger seat of my family’s minivan was a constant. With the vast distance between each location in San Jose, there was little sense to do anything but drive. Yet, in small pockets of my childhood, I biked around the park near my apartment or the local lake. Though never my main mode of transportation, biking represented moments of comfort and care where I bonded with my father.

One moment in particular that stands out was the day my dad took off my training wheels. After practicing with him around the neighborhood, he decided I was finally ready to ride on my own. Equipped with a helmet and my new two-wheeled bike, we set off to the neighborhood park where I would begin my journey into independence.

Standing by my side, he held onto the handles of my bicycle as we traversed the uneven sidewalks together. With each pedal, my bike lurched forward, threatening to knock me down as I ran over cracks and pebbles. Even so, his tight grip guided my movements, keeping me upright through every unstable moment. Through this, I gained more confidence in the process and in myself, which caused my dad to lessen his grip with each minute that passed.

Then, he let go.

I remember the feeling of adrenaline rushing through me as the wind hit […]

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