After Saturday's run in with a car, I was a bit tentative on the bike today. But, I know I'll be back to my old self in no time. I stopped in the LBS where the guys listened to my war story, and said all the right things. I love those guys. My bike is fine, as I thought.

I felt a little PTSD, but luckily no one cut me off or did anything too jerky, which would have ended with me completely losing it, I'm sure. I felt some cars were passing too close, which I probably wouldn't have felt last week. Maybe this too will pass, but it felt good today to take it easy.