The other day my pedal came off my bike while I was riding home from work. No harm, except a half mile walk of shame. The thing is, I'm too busy to get into the shop and get some new pedals. I feel naked without my bike. I don't want to go anywhere. How did I get around before my bike became an intricate part of who I am? Not that I really have time to ride this week, but still.
STILL, I miss riding, if only to work. 3.5 weeks. I gotta keep that in my head, then I can ride all I want.