AND...
some days I look at my bike, patiently mocking me with it's presence..it is in the dining area- no where to put outside, the little tool shed having a large a/c in front of it- so cannot open door. I dry clothes on the bike now...when ever I feel a pang of guilt..it soon disperses- especially since it is mid winter here- and in the rain and darker, colder conditions- I turn the heater on and feel happy not only that I am warm, but that nobody has nearly killed me on any given bike ride....
How are you doing Sam?