This morning I had to go down into town to the bank and the drugstore, so I went on my bike. Remember, I've only been doing this for a couple of months or so, so it's still kind of new experience, from years of driving into town.
Anyway, I decided to be brave and bring my bike in instead of locking it up outside. No bike racks anywhere, and last week somebody stole my glove from my helmet outside a store even though I had locked up my bike to a pole.
So...I tried to look natural as I walked my bike into the drugstore and quietly up the aisle to the prescription counter. I leaned it against the wall and got my pills, then quietly left- nobody seemed to notice, but there weren't many people there.
Next, the bank. Tricky double glass doors. Another customer held the door for me and I went into the bank with my bike (feeling really weird), and I quickly leaned it against the wall immediately to one side of the inside door- out of the way. Did my banking, none of the tellers said anything. Went out and another customer kindly held the door again as I walked my bike out the double doors.

This afternoon at 5:30, I lightly twisted DH's arm and we went for an hour's ride in the late golden glow of the sun with the crickets singing everywhere in the fields- so beautiful! We just love to ride together.
We went only as far as a house where we had seen a sad old blue English Dunelt bike propped by the trash last week. It was tempting, but so rusty and beat up that we didn't want to get involved with that huge project, so we left it. This week it was gone, of course. In homage to that old bike, I christened that route "The Dunelt Ride" so we always know which routes we are talking about when we decide on a ride to do.
I am still rather sore all over from that 40 mile ride monday, so the short rides are all I can manage right now- but even the short rides have at least two big steep hills. I must be building MAJOR thigh muscles right now, I can feel it!