on biking

(from sff.net) --

Of course every time I roll down my driveway and point the bike toward the outside world, I'm aware of taking a finite chance of disaster happening.  A truck could obliterate me or a bike-hating maniac could blow me away – or, realistically, a wheel might fall off and pitch me face-first onto the pavement.  The sum product of all those freaky probabilities is large enough that it would give me pause if I thought I was going to live forever.  The chance that I might lose my ten or twenty remaining years in exchange for total safety – I don't waste any time worrying about it.  Get on the bike and roll toward destiny.Joe