I started riding again. On Saturday I got my new rack installed on the car and set out for a ride. I really didn’t go far just across our little village but it was enough to get me back into the love of not having techno in my ear, or the phone ringing, or any other distraction to fill my monkey brain up with needless fluff.
The good thing about living toward the end of the developed outer burbs is that there are miles of miles of neighborhoods that never got completed after the crash, they laid the streets and just walked away. This means I have an entire section of town to ride without any cars trying to run me down.
And I didn’t for quite awhile. Now my rides are half to exercise and half to exorcise.