Sometimes something happens that makes you feel good about riding a bike. Sitting home late yesterday afternoon when there was a knock on the door. It was your genuine little old lady (well past her 70's). She was looking for an address in Brunswick and got confused driving around. I looked it up and got her to follow me to the address a couple of streets away (her directions had told her to go the wrong way down a one way street which was why she got lost). When I asked her why she knocked on our door she said since there was a motorcycle parked outside she knew she'd be OK.