I can’t tell you how many times people have said that to me, or words to that effect. Tens. Hundreds, maybe.
I used to get mildly annoyed when someone tried to tell me I was a hero for doing something as ordinary as riding a bike. I used to think if they could stop being such scaredy cats, they’d see it was really quite simple: you just get on the bike and pedal. OK, you have to pay attention to the traffic around you, but you learn to do that quickly enough. I mean, if I can do it, then anyone can.
These days, though, I’m starting to think they may have a point. Continue reading