One less female bike commuter
I don't bike anymore.
Honestly, it's kind of embarrassing to admit that. I think I used to have some kind of fearless passion for cycling. Now it's just too much effort to get the damn thing downstairs and out the door. Why bike to work when you can walk? Why bike downtown when there's a train that gets there faster? What's so great about the Lakefront Trail, anyway? Plus I'm still terrified of motorized traffic, but one gets over that eventually. This is something else.
Maybe I took too long to recover from the physical injury, and became complacent in this new bike-free lifestyle. Maybe the folding bike, being small, slow, and rather creaky, just isn't all that fun to ride. Maybe I lost too many things in what was essentially the same incident---my Cross-Check, my physical well-being, my freedom of travel, several thousand dollars, the chance to apply for a couple of really sweet full-time jobs, my relationship (such as it was) and everything that went along with that... I don't know. I just don't know.