Mileage: ~290 miles
Came upon a thread, "Why do you do it?" My response:
I've been through depression for years. I've had a couple suicidal episodes, panic attacks, etc. When I first got my bike and my friends asked why, I jokingly told them, "well, I already want to kill myself, so why not? It'll be a fun way to go!" With that you might think I just have a case of reckless abandon, fuck-it-all, and squid it up. However, these past couple weeks I've been incredibly diligent about what gear I buy, and every time I ride I'm cautious and careful as hell. Riding reminds me that I DONT want to die. It's been an incredibly therapeutic obsession. When I'm out there, my life's problems no longer bother me. It becomes about me, my bike, and not dying. How will I approach this intersection? Is this guy turning left? Can this truck see me? And then... man, those long stretches of roads. I know it's meager, but these last 250+ miles have been liberating.
That... and 60+ mpg. Holy shit, you really can't beat that.
Got home safe
It was a good day
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