I rode my bike into work for the first time today. I got it on Sunday and the past 3 days have slowly built up the courage to bite the bullet and ride over the Williamsburg Bridge. Halfway up the first hill I was near-death but proud of myself for basically keeping pace with the man in front of me. He seems like he’s ridden a bike before! And he’s going at a pretty modest pace, secure in his bike-riding. Why not me too? Other people passed us but I felt better knowing me and Guy in Front of Me had our own little club, unbeknownst to him, of modestly paced morning commuters.
Then I saw he had one leg.
