Greetings from rural Ireland
I rode a bike for twenty years around central London. For most of the time it was my primary form of transport. During that time I managed to avoid any serious accidents. I had one door opened in my path on the Kings Road. I remember that I cycled away from that one and one incident where a car at lights edged forward onto my back wheel and destroyed it. I remember the mostly the joy of cycling around, especially at night when the roads were clear and when they were gridlocked or moving so slow that they weren't any threat to a bike.
Ironically I sustained several non bike related leg injuries that make it painful for me to walk so my exercise is restricted to my 'in-line wheelchair' now, aka 'my bike'.
I moved to a isolated and rural situation in the west of Ireland and would very much like to go car free. But I feel I am psychologically addicted to the security of the car.
I ride a old used Raleigh 18 speed alloy frame Firefly MTB with slick tyres that I bought cheap in the UK. I have had to replace the bottom bearings and both wheels so far which somewhat negated the cheap price I paid for it.
Last year I bought clip in pedals and shoes and delighted in the increase in security and power they give me. Not sure if if I would have ever used them in London but I always used straps which some people seem to regard as more dangerous.
In September last I took myself and the bike on the ferry from Cork to Roscoff and had a week meandering around the lanes of northern France. Not doing massive mileage but feeling great satisfaction at achieving my goal of a short holiday with a tent abroad.
Right now I'm struggling to get motivated to get out and get fit again after a prolonged period in bed with illness.
I know I feel great when I get out but it's the getting out that is hard. Any motivational tips appreciated.
Best regards Dave