Years ago, someone tried to convince me to join a rowing team--what we call "crew" in the States.
Up to that time, I'd rowed maybe a couple of times in my life. She didn't see that as a disqualifier. If anything, she said, my other athletic pursuits, including cycling, would help. "People don't realize how important the legs are in rowing," she said.
She had a point. She'd spent a lot of time with the rowing team: She was its coxswain.
And, as inexperienced as I was with oars, I'd spent more time with them than she'd spent on a bicycle: She'd never learned how to ride.
Oh, perhaps I should mention that we were dating.
I politely declined.
Our relationship didn't last much longer.
What if I had followed her "suggestion"--or she had learned how to ride?
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