This morning I rode my bike to Hernando on the trail, 12 miles round trip. Enough since I haven't been riding very regularly. A woman at the Happy Hour said she has seen me out on my bike. She said she wouldn't ride on a regular bike (that is not a recumbunt) if her life depended on it. She said several of her friends have broken wrists, vertebraes and whatever falling off a trail bike. I didn't tell her that I have ridden my bike all over Germany and the Netherlands and only fell once. The only thing hurt was my pride and the cheap rain jacket I was wearing.
Of course I could live my life more cautiously, I suppose. I've been told by friends that they would never ride in a kayak in the lakes and rivers around here either because of the gators. Yeah, but then I would miss out on a good time exploring and searching for the gators. It's pretty exciting when you see one swimming by. What a shame that would be.
Heck, if I listened to all the fear mongers I would never have gone overseas to teach for 12 years or traveled to the exciting locations I went to like Syria, Jordan, Israel or Turkey to name a few. Those trips really broaden my view of the world.
Yeah, I could live more cautiously like my friends. They may live a few more years or be assured they won't die from a gator bite, but I'll have more fun. At least in my view of life.
You know how to live!
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