I broke my wrist. Of course it's my right wrist. No, I wasn't doing something sporting. I fell while doing household chores!
I am using dictation software to write this post. It will be at least another month or two before I can ride my bike again. In the meantime, I will mostly be driving our Nissan Leaf all electric car and observing other bicyclists from behind the wheel.
While we love our Nissan Leaf -- for every dollar of electricity we buy we can travel in style for 40 miles ($1=40 miles). But it's not a bicycle. I miss the exercise, the feeling of accomplishment, and the slower but predictable pace of my commute.
In our unseasonably warm spring, I have noticed a large number of new bicyclists on the road. I can always tell the new cyclists, they're traveling in the opposite direction of traffic, hugging the curb dangerously close, or on sidewalks. I know the safety statistics and I grimace every time I see them.