I haven't been riding much lately. It's been literally a hundred degrees here in the beautiful South, and frankly, I just haven't had the desire to put on a full-face helmet and real shoes to go somewhere on the scoot. Just thinking about sitting at a stoplight, baking in my helmet, is enough to steer me toward the comfort of my air-conditioned car.
I did go out the other evening, though. I really REALLY needed a break, and I wanted some ice cream.
I admit that I rode in shorts and a short-sleeve t-shirt.
At least I put on sneakers and wore my helmet and gloves. It was only 93 degrees at eight o'clock at night as the sun was setting.
There's something liberating about cruising down the curvy side road on the way to the grocery store, cutting through the thick summer humidity and feeling the breeze cool you.
And then there's the stop at a red light. Bake, bake, bake....green light!
Don't think about how awful the road rash would be if the unthinkable happened and you succumbed to a low-side fall.
Don't think about falling at all.