I ditto Grog on that score, Bikerhen. And you're a lot of fun, too.
Tis better to wear out than to rust out....
At first everyone thought it was cool, an old lady lab manager riding her bike to work. They never expected it to last.
Then they got sullen when I rode in the rain.
They they snickered among themselves that I didn't ride the 50 yards from the bus stop to the lab door. (It took longer to put on the helmet, reattach the panniers, and dodge traffic than it took to walk the bike 50 yards.) Of course they assumed that meant I was tiring of biking....
Then they saw Amazon boxes arriving with winter riding gear.....
Some are still very supportive but even they think it's just very very very odd.
I shrug and ride on. It makes me feel good, no it makes me feel GREAT to ride a bike, to leave the car behind, to reacquaint myself with weather and day length and seasonal changes up close and personal.
I have yet to find a single down side to riding a bike but then, it's all in one's attitude.
So just smile like Mona Lisa with your secret that you've tried to share and which fell on deaf ears.
"The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we might become." Charles Dubois
My parents used to worry about my riding "on the roads" as if that was so much more dangerous that riding on mountain trails! Obviously my family has never seen me on a mountain bike - that's the only time I ever get hurt! I'm a menance on studded tires!
No one I know thinks I'm weird for riding (at least, not that they've told me!). In fact, I used to get lots of people telling me that I was an inspiration to them at my last job. As word gets out how far I commute now, I'm finding that people are starting to think the same thing...I'm some sort of inspiration.
I think it's because I'm female, I'm overweight, and I'm just a regular person. I figure they are probably thinking that if I can do it, so can they. It pleases me to no end!![]()
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