If I bike again, there's no margin for error. It must go well.
Last week, I was fired up about biking. Now my confidence is shaken. I’m fearful. And ambivalent.
A few days later, I bike again with Jared in the parking lot. He sets out the cones and marks a line on the ground where I should start braking. "To stop," he reminds me, "shift your weight to the right." I turn the handlebars gently and lower my shoulder as he's taught me. I straighten my right leg to guide me as I slow down.
I practice NOT FALLING.
When we get back to the parking lot, I do stops and starts. At least 30 times.
I am vulnerable.
If you're around Rittenhouse Square this Saturday, stop by the Farmers' Market. For MILE 1001, I'll be joining forces with the Bicycle Coalition of Greater Philadelphia to promote safety between bikers and motorists!