I'm glad, when I rode past the policeman, that he merely nodded and waved me on instead of arresting me, which my guilty conscience had been screaming would happen ever since I began illegally using the sideWALKS as my personal bike path. Now I can ride with a pure, police-sanctioned heart.
Bike seats hurt. I wonder how those who are less amply padded than me deal with it.
Coasting is fun. Except when you are continually worried that your last rusty brake will fail.
Shouting "passing on your left!" invariably makes people turn around and jump to the left. Sigh. One of these days that's gonna get ugly.
Helmets are not cute.
There's real satisfaction in locomoting yourself to work. Especially when others admire you for doing it!
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