yesterday's post, I realized how dorky that reflective vest looks. I remember there was a time when I thought a lot of things were dorky. I thought fenders looked kind of dorky. I even thought a helmet looked dorky. This vest was the last step towards not giving a crap.
When riding becomes a larger part of your life than the preserving dignity, there's no thought that goes into that silliness. I don't care... at all. Look at the picture above. There's absolutely no color in the landscape these days. And wearing that obnoxious orange vest makes me stick out. I'm all about staying safe. The longer I go without a mishap, the longer I will get to ride. It's worth any sacrifice of dignity I may have left. It's absurd to think I even cared before.
Sure, the high school kids at the bus stop think I look dorky. But one thing is for sure... they don't appreciate a good ride like I do.
Get out there.