Real name: Susan
Where do you live? In the buckle of the bible belt.
Explanation of your handle: It had been a bad week on the bike with several close calls with cars. I seriously thought about never riding on the road again which I love like nothing else. I was hit by a car in 1995 and since then I have been gun shy. Actually, I am hypervigilant around cars and very careful in choosing my routes, ect. Back to the handle, I think to ride on the road you have to be a kind of road warrior otherwise none of us would do it after a close call or being hit.
Explanation of your avatar: A picture of my 2005 Scott CR1 Pro.
Age (general or specific) 54
Occupation: I took early retirement last year so I don't have one!I worked for the state social services agency in the area of disabilities for most of my career.
Favorite bike: Don't tell my Scott, but I have really been enjoying riding my Giant the last couple of days.
What's in your stable? My Scott, the early '90's Giant Cadex which I had used on my trainer but have now fixed up to ride around town and on trails, plus a KHS Urban X that I plan to sale.
Fastest speed on a road bike? 42mph, not too smart but it was fun. I love going fast.
What is the biggest lie you've ever told: I can't remember. Really.
Most fun and memorable moment on my bike: This ones easy. I think it was in 2001 I rode Ride for the Roses in Austin, Tx. I was riding alone when behind me I could hear what sounded like a hoard(?) of bees. I knew it was a group coming up fast so I picked up my speed until I was going the same speed as the group (20+) and gradually moved over until I was riding with them. It was the most thrilling and intense experience I have ever had on a bike. We were so tightly packed in that one bad move and it would have been a disaster but I rode with them, in the middle of the pack. Once I couldn't maintain the pace I gradually moved back out. It really was thrilling.



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I worked for the state social services agency in the area of disabilities for most of my career. 




