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After many Travails, we arrived at Coney Island.

S: There was this lady on the train who was going on about Jesus, and gays, and abortion, and... and reptilians...

Me: Coincidentally, I also spent much of the last hour yelling "Jesus Christ!" But that was because I was trying not to die.

I am SO FRUSTRATED sometimes by how much I like cycling and how much I dislike fearing for my life. Even the road that goes up to Prospect Park, which is only a mile away from me, has a vicious intersection right near the park, and that's the only road where I've actually had a collision with a car.

It is possible that if I cycled more, then I would trust myself more and not get angry and scared at every near miss; but between my own anxiety and the fact that South Brooklyn roads are in fact pretty bad to ride on (no bike lanes, or bike lanes in awful shape), there may not be much I can do about that.

I guess my long-term plan is to not live in Brooklyn, but, well.

Thinking about this because I do want a bike that fits, but it seems like such a silly indulgence if I don't actually ride that often...