Another sharp, clear day. My friend rode with me on a utilitarian ride to my old house, but this time he followed me (for a year, I’ve followed him, and I know that’s annoying, constantly monitoring his mirrors to see if I’ve disappeared, slowing down to accommodate the squidlet behind him). I found that once I forget he’s back there (“Did I do that right? Does he think I’m an idiot?”), and just concentrate on riding (which I do when I’m riding alone), I do a bit better. I make my own decisions (“should I go or wait for this guy in the truck?”) rather than watching his decisions and following.
On the way home, there’s a bottleneck where the road goes from two lanes to one. A truck pulled out, and I had to choose whether to look at his rusty bumper all the way down the nice country road, or to take advantage of the last bit of my waning lane and accelerate past him. I twisted the throttle, the little SV took hold, and I pulled easily past him before the lanes converged. It’s a small thing. But it felt good. I realize that my sense of what the bike will do, and my perception of the road and vehicles around me is getting better.
Today I felt less tentative, and the joy of riding is starting to seep in. Good day.