A few years ago, I was cycling through the mountains of Colorado with a helmet on my head, but the way I felt at the time was completely different than what I do now.
Riding a bicycle is a way to get around, but in my case, it’s a way for me to feel safe and feel like I’m part of the community, rather than just riding.
Riding through the Rocky Mountains with a head full of sand is a completely different experience than riding through the city with a bike.
I’d be in the same boat in a lot of ways, but it’s also about being part of a community and having the freedom to ride anywhere I want.
I was cycling along with my daughter on a Saturday morning, and I was in my early 30s.
The bike path was winding, but we were on the same side of the trail.
I had a helmet in one hand and my iPhone in the other.
I knew I was going to be hit by a car or two in the process, but I wasn’t worried about it.
I was a confident cyclist who was just riding, and we were both riding pretty hard.
I didn’t feel nervous about getting hit by the car.
I thought I was pretty safe riding the bike.
I stopped to pick up a small stone that had fallen off the side of a hill.
I turned around to see a car driving past.
It was a young black woman who had been riding the same road.
She had no problem riding with me, and she seemed to be enjoying the ride.
As I approached her, I noticed that she had been weaving her head to one side and her arms were outstretched as if she were trying to shield her face from the rain.
I said to her, “You’re wearing a helmet, so what are you doing out here?”
She looked at me confused and said, “I’m trying to protect myself from getting hit.
She was in the middle of a rainstorm when I asked her about it, but she seemed surprised that I was talking about her helmet.
She seemed a bit embarrassed and I told her that I’d heard about helmet use in the mountains.
She seemed a little confused and I asked if she was OK.
She replied, “No, I’m fine.
I’m OK, thank you.”
She continued riding, looking back at me and saying, “Thank you, thank me, thank my mom.”
I asked her if she felt safer riding the road.
“Yeah, I feel safer,” she said.
When we got to a stop sign, I asked the woman if she had a bike helmet on.
We started to pull up next to each other.
After a few minutes, the woman said, “Are you OK?
Is there a problem?”
I said, “I’m OK.”
The woman was very interested in what I was wearing, so she took a picture of me wearing a bicycle helmet.
I took a photo of the photo that I took with my iPhone.
She told me I was being disrespectful.
My first reaction was that I should be OK.
After that, I decided that it wasn’t right for her to be asking me if I had my helmet on and then taking photos of me with it.
This is where it gets tricky.
In the past, when I’ve asked the question of, “Do you have your helmet on?”
I have been very clear that I’m a cyclist, and this is not the time to ask someone to “cover up” if they don’t want to wear a helmet.
When someone asks me this question, I say, “Yes, I do have my helmet, but that doesn’t mean I am OK with it.”
If she were asking me about my helmet and I said that I did not, she would be saying, “I know you are a cyclist and that’s fine, but you must wear a head-to-toe helmet to ride a bicycle.
That’s your decision.”
Now, when someone says, “Are you okay?” I say yes, and if they asked me about the weather, I would respond with a nod and smile, but then I would add, “What are you wearing?”
If I asked them if I could take their helmet off and put it on for them, I could have done it for free, but if they said that they didn’t want it, I’d have to ask them if it was okay for them to wear their helmet.
Then, it was just a question of getting back to riding.
A few months ago, a cyclist I was riding with had a head injury that left him with a concussion.
I wanted to do the same thing, but my daughter’s bike was in a different part of town and I had to get to the other side of town first.
The ride was hard, and