I'm a lone rider with a love for lonely backroads. I don't worry alot about security, but I do vary my routes and ride times just in case (a habit from when when I was a teen and was stalked by phone for a couple years) and I listen to my gut. There is a lovely, lovely private road around the corner - it was my favorite walk when I had Reba, my german shepherd. It has the most lovely meadows and woods in which angora sheep (with long curly horns) run all wild-looking. There are only 2 houses in 2 miles, and they'e only part-time residences for the wealthy set. A truly gorgeous, silent place. So one day, I was walking by myself and a van passed me. Kept on going with incident, but suddenly all the hairs on my body raised up, and I had the thought "if something happens here, no one would even hear me scream." That's the last time I've been on that road by myself, much as I loved it. I try not to be foolish, but I don't want to live scared, either. Truth is, I go lot of places where no one would hear me scream, but I don't have that warning thought. I stay vigilant, enjoy myself, and listen to my gut.



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