Yesterday a colleague of mine, an Uber-hammer if there ever was one, announced that he had given up on road cycling and was only going to do trail riding from here on out. What influenced him was that he had a fellow bike team member get run over on a road that I occasionally travel, one with no curves or any possible obstruction to the vision of a driver. The cyclist didn't die, but spent quite some time in the hospital recovering from multiple wounds.
This triggered an attack of The Fear, one where I'm convinced that the next time I'm out on the road, some hydrocodone-popping gin-drenched psychotic on a cell phone is going to put me in the cross-hairs and give me my due. I'm going riding tomorrow and as it is too wet to ride the trails I'll be hitting the road, so to speak.
But The Fear remains.
Anyone have this problem?