I don't have a bicycle.
Not true, I do have one, but it's not operational. The old 10-speed I was given as a birthday present when I turned 13 - boys', I insisted on a boys' bike - is gathering dust in my basement. But I wouldn't trust that one, or won't trust myself on that bike - traversing this region.
I've been meaning to get a new bike- even a new, used bike from the Troy Bike Rescue in downtown Albany (akin to Manhattan College in the Bronx) - but it hasn't happened. There's one big thing holding me back: Fear.
Seilier's piece today got me thinking it's time to get over that fear. Things are looking up.
The week ahead - Here are a few things to keep in mind, look forward to, or keep busy with this week, from the weather (very July), to movies, to the ballet, to authors, to...
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