Well I'm back on my bike, so I'm happy. All summer, I was pissed off at myself for not riding. Too busy working. But now I'm back on it. Funny how a little bike can make me content. I don't expect many people to understand this. It's like an addiction for me. I have to ride every day for at least a couple of hours. I have been hurt from riding, but does that keep me from riding? No. I live for it. Just pushing on those pedals brings me some satisfaction. Today I rode with a kid who just started riding. Jeez, riding with him brought home to me that it was hard for me to learn all the stuff I had. I had no one to tell me what to do. It was all me. Just me. I also found that I must look at stuff differently than everybody else. I'm not sure. Maybe I'm just crazy. It seems that way sometimes.