Well, my ride was less than successful. My bf and I went out for our Sunday morning ride before I have to go to work. We came to a stopsign at a pretty busy road (out in the country - no redlights), and I slowed so we could clear. I thought he was clearing to the left and I cleared to the right, but I never heard him say anything except stop stop! By that time I had rolled too far into the road - I thought - to clip out without falling into the middle of the road, and so I just sped up & crossed right in front of a pickup truck! Stupid stupid. I just panicked and almost got myself killed. Of course when I pulled off to stop, my bf was all over me. I told him I just couldn't do it, so we turned around and went back. It seems every time I ride I'm getting less and less confident - more afraid of the traffic, and making careless mistakes. Of course he's pissed off, and I'm thinking I should just go back to jogging!
"The bicycle was the first machine to redefine successfully the notion of what is feminine. The bicycle came to symbolize something very precious to women - their independence."—Sally Fox