I arrived home from my tour on Wednesday evening. I got up for work on Thursday and didn’t really feel well. I rode to work anyway, and several parts of my body did not enjoy the ride.
On Friday I was ill and stayed home.
Saturday my daughter came to visit. I was supposed to help Bicycling for Louisville move their offices (by bike of course), but I completely forgot. My daughter may have been angry with me if I had left to do so. We had limited time together. I did ride around town a little with my daughter with a stop at the coffee shop.
Today I spent doing housework and taxes. Blah. I really had no intention of going out. Tim sent me a text about going out for coffee. I rode the two miles to Quill’s coffee and enjoyed some good company. Then we headed out for a slow spin (on single-speed bikes) around local neighborhoods. After we split up, I took a wandering route home, and managed about 13 miles for the day.
I rode a little differently on my weekend miles this time. I wasn’t wearing bike clothes, a helmet, or anything reflective. It was daytime and I was mostly on side streets. Although I usually wear my helmet, I don’t like the “society of fear” we have become. I used to jump my bike as a kid, and nobody wore a helmet then.
The helmet discussion can get long-winded, and people have strong opinions, but I don’t want to start a flame-war. I usually wear a helmet. You should wear one if you want to. Cool?