After 18 years of what I'll call a "pretty serious fear of bicycles" that resulted from a traumatic fall in my childhood, I have finally gotten "back in the saddle," as horse enthusiasts say.
As you can expect, this time around, I'm not taking any chances with my physical safety--after all, this is the body that I have to grow you guys in! You can't grow a baby if your uterus is all jankety from falling off your bike and not having a helmet... hang on. Does this mean I need to get a helmet for my uterus? I'll look into it, children. If you come out a little "different," we'll know why.
Here's a photo your father took of me during what I'm calling our "Safety-Glamor Photo Shoot." It's a new genre of glamor photos I'd like to make popular, so that by the time you all are riding bikes safety is glamorous and desirable in the way that smoking and curvy figures used to be. FINGERS CROSSED!
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