It is true that I'm a St. Paddy's baby. Some years, I'm able to take the day off. This year, I had to work. (booo!) But this year, at least, we had some freakin' AWESOME weather! Naturally, I thought "bikeridebikeride" all the way home.
M had left me a present of a new pair of Native Dash SS glasses to replace the ones I smashed in The Crash. I suppose I can stop stealing his now. Glasses, in addition to looking cool and athletic, also protect one's eyes from road debris. Handy.
I thought I'd take my hybrid out, but as I suited up, my love of my light, lithe road bike won out. The poor thing hadn't been on a real ride since August. It was time. A few pumps to the tire later, and we were ready to roll. Well, I was still missing my bike computer. That's the last thing that got lost in the crash that I can't find anywhere.
It is true that I was a little nervous in my ride. Every road bump was a clenched-teeth obstacle. Every red light was a terror. Every car wanted me dead. Every patch of gravel was plotting to take out my wheels. I did not ride any train tracks, but if I had seen any, I'd have gotten off and walked. In a few places, I had to make a U-turn. I made U-turns that outsized my Beetle's turning radius. I didn't open it up and let it fly down a single downhill.
I think it'll take a while to feel totally safe again, on my little road bike. Poor, faithful little steed.