DH is #1 - he has been a cyclist for about 20 years (in one form or another - he used to freestyle {aka "flatland"} in Junior High ). He is really excited that I am involved in the sport, but keeps checking to make sure I am doing it because I think it's fun - not because he's happy to have me on two wheels! Yup - I'm doing it for me!

My Dad and Stepmom are very supportive, too - but they are that way about anything I do. My Mom is good, but has a habit of saying "that's nice, but are you (riding your horses, spending time with your husband...)?"

DH's cycling friends are good, too, and happy to include me! Of course, DH's main riding partner was funny... I was proudly announcing that I had hit 375 miles (I only started in July, and got my road bike on 9/24). He said "that's great! I have about 4000 miles so far this year." Um, thanks Rob. Ah well... he means well! Besides, there's always next year.

My poor Grammy, though, does nothing but worry. "Are you sure it's safe, deah? I hope you're careful of the cahs! Maybe you should stay in the yahd!" Yes, Gram, I'm careful (didn't she think that horseback riding was dangerous? I guess she just got used to that)!