When I was little, I rode my bike all the time. In the safety of my own, seemingly-large, U-shaped driveway, and in the quiet cul-de-sac by my house. My elementary school was on a long dead-end street with only two houses, and when I wanted to really live dangerously, I’d speed down its big hills (and then walk my bike up them). This was my prior experience with biking, but upon moving to a bike-friendly city in which I am carless, I got a new bike, strapped on my helmet, and with a mix of confidence and fear, took to the road. This haiku (from The Little Book of Neuroscience Haikus, my new favorite book) is in honor of my new wheels:
Helmet for my head
Protecting critical mass
Useful brain bucket.
(The book also notes that wearing a brain bucket can reduce the risk of head injury up to 85%, just FYI)