“Even though my handwriting would never improve and other fine motor tasks would always be a struggle, a “normal” biking life was now in my future. The two-wheeled vehicle felt universal. If this wiggly body could stabilize on two wheels, then anything was possible.”

“Practicing yoga would become the one constant as I traveled through the next few decades, weaving in and out of periods of uncertainty.”

“I can do anything but eat a burrito in the car.”