She starts off a little wobbly and nearly crashes a time or two, but then catches the hang of it and goes pedaling down the road, hair and hairpins flying in her wake. She isn't really good at turns, though, and it takes her nearly an acre of ground to make the turn to come back up the road. Halfway up the road to the house, she sees the gents on the porch. With a sudden awareness that they might have a view of her bloomers, she hops off the velocipede and walks it back to the house.
Her cheeks are rosy, her smile is a mile wide.
"That was fun!"