I ride in the early mornings up to the Observatory, today I went out and it started to rain. I will ride when it’s hot and cold, but not in the rain.Why? I am a chicken. Coming down the hill at 25 miles per hour in the rain means no brakes, or at least 50% of the brakes. I have no wish to end up head first in a pile of leaves and mud.
On any given day you can watch people take risks on the television or online. Sometimes they end up without any major breaks, but when they do you know it’s going to hurt. I already broke my tibia and fibula a few years ago, and the hobbling around was more than enough for me to be a chicken.
I will leave the daring-do to those who enjoy it, as for me I like not being incased in plaster and on Vicodin.
