Zen - at the time I'd just gotten interested in mountain biking. A local radio station ran repeated morning shows that attacked roadies. They told drivers to drink you-hoo because the bottles were heavy and would hurt more when they threw them at us. They told people to run us down and to run us off the road and onto the side walks where we belong. They had daily callin's where people unleashed all this stupid hate talk about cyclists. I decided that I liked the trail better. If I hit a tree, I KNEW it was my fault. There was no hate involved. In the five years I've been away, I miss the road. It was much more "zen" to steal your name. Less adrenaline rushing and peaceful. I missed that and decided I wanted to get back on the road. It helps that in the five years since, I know not one person that has had an angry incident with drivers. Things felt very different when I decided to stop though. Does that help?