Riding bikes here is like second nature to most people (even though they often have the odd habit of sitting on back rack—where you would carry another passenger or a sack of stuff—instead of on the seat itself) but we were finally given our first shot at riding one in our wrap skirts the other day when our new younger brother decided he wanted to see for himself if the silly american girls actually COULD ride a bike. Climbing on in the unfortunate skirts without flashing some indecent thigh never seems to be a problem for the african women, but its much trickier than it looks, especially for someone who prefers to never wear skirts… but I managed to climb on and… as the saying will tell you, you never really forget how… but then I had to climb back off and get on the back seat so lil brother could peddle me around a while… not sure why, he just felt the need to drive, I guess. Getting on the back rack was even more awkward than getting on the seat and I struggled with my skirt the whole time, shaking the bike unstably and almost causing him to wreck several times. Still, we did prove that we could ride a bike, even clumsily in our skirts, and satisfied him for the time being…