Having a broken car has gotten me on my bike, and now i am riding for pleasure too. I went for a couple hours(?) yesterday and enjoyed it thoroughly. Maybe i'll actualy get a helmet one of these days.
I rode up a steep hill (in "Oak Park Park") have to go into lowest gear, and stand and push. I was moving very slowly, but it was quite the fun. Coming down was scary though. Pretty much brakes the entire way. I have *got* to go again.
I was riding the bicycle yesterday (my endurance is raising, thanx Froman) and saw a car coming on the perpendicular street. I didn't see it until late, probably from not looking, and things obstructing my view, and quickly assessed my two choices: Slam on the brakes and hope for the best, or make a sharp turn. I opted for the latter as although close, i had enough room, for she could either brake or move a bit over to the left, and she wasn't hugging the curb, so i really had the room anyway. I slowed down and made a tight turn, only to have her pass and stare. She then parked in a nearby driveway, rolled down her window, and mentioned that i shouldn't just come out in front of cars like that. Well, she didn't know what had gone through my mind, so it didn't bother me. Instead, i replied, as i was still riding and getting farther away, that i thought that i had had enough room. She just kept staring. I guess i let her down. She probably wanted me to stop and apologize or something. Perhaps i should have. Although i don't think i did anything wrong, a few words would have made her happy. Isn't it worth it?