So no news on the bike. I am still holding thumbs.
This morning though I went for a cycle – on my own. This was a first as I am always too nervous to go out on my own. But it was fine. No punctures, falls or nervous breakdowns of any kind. There was a lot of praying though.
I did think as I was riding that it was probably only runners, riders, robbers or rapists that were out at that time of day. Cheery thoughts I know. And I don’t think my little bottle of pepper spray is really going to cut it if somebody decides they need to take my bike.
But after my initial thoughts of doom I put my head down and peddled. I actually enjoyed it, even in the drizzle that decided to come down. I think it will be easier now to go out on my own. The first time is probably always the worst?