Pardon me while I jump up on my soap box again. Riding into work today with two other riders on a wide, quiet road (4 lanes with a large shoulder) I was riding partially next to one of my companions. A man in a white car with a black roofbox on top decided to cut us off, stop on the right blocking the shoulder to give us this important safety message: "RIDE SINGLE FILE!!!!!!!"
Then he tore off again, demonstrated that his brake lights were out and then ran a red light. Way to be a jerk, jerk!
I rarely ride double and never do so unless there is loads of room. We were hardly a large pack, with only two of us sort of overlapping, and the road was wide and relatively deserted.
The good news is, though, I WAS RIDING MY BIKE! :-) I'm commuting into work 2-3 times a week now with little to no pain.
I've met another one of my goals as well: I have gone on 2 pleasure rides with hills! (Up Steven's Creek Canyon and back)
Oh, and I can get in and out of a car like a normal person !
I've started doing one-on-one Pilates where my instructor is working on correcting a lot of my compensatory behaviours and I'm already seeing results - hopefully some day soon I'll see the bottom of my left foot again! :-)
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