So, this evening, I finally screwed up my nerve and rode my bike over to the King Soopers to get some detergent for darks. It was hard! Nobody rides out here in 'Burbia except for preteens. Nobody. So I've been intimidated. But I needed to do laundry, so I put on my helmet and strapped on my lights and rode half a mile. And I didn't get hit by a car, because 4 years of riding in Capitol Hill traffic have honed my instincts, and now I feel ever so slightly more confident. I'm from Denver, okay, deal with it!
Current Mood: determined