05 2 / 2009
epilogue to the whole “I can ride a bike” thing.
So the other night I rode in the dark over to a friend’s house a mile or so from my house. As I left the house I neurotically checked my blinky lights, brakes, etc etc, still worried about “doing it right” out there on the road. I got down to 18th Street between Guerrero and Valencia, and rolled up behind a couple on their bikes, riding approximately 7 mph two abreast, no helmets, blinkies or lighting of any kind, except for the fatty joint they were passing back and forth.
“I’m doing okay at this,” I thought.
