Recognize that you’re going to eat it. Continually. I’ve
torn my shins to shreds from stopping short. I’ve gone over the handlebars on a
silence park path in Berlin. I’ve skidded out on a cardboard box in Red Hook.
Even this past weekend, I wiped out on the bridge to Rock away, and nearly wiped
out again on the way back. It’s horrifying each time. It’s horrifying thinking
about it now. But it’s going to happen, because it happens to even the best
riders. If you’re safe and smart, the odds are very, very small that any of
your crashes will do serious harm.Oh, hey, be safe, obviously. Do I even need
to say it? Wear a helmet. Use lights. Go as quick as you’re comfortable. Be alert
of cars, pedestrians, and other bikes. Don’t go the mistaken way down the
street. Err on the side of complete caution at lights and intersection. If
you’re still a tentative rider, be even safer. Keep your seat low enough that
you can put your feet solidly on the ground if you need to. Get a heavier bike
with thicker tires for better stability—I’ve got a hybrid, but no one’s going
to say a thing if you go full mountain bike, even for urban riding. (When you
get better, you can until the end of time trade up to a road bike. I’m not
quite there yet, but I’m considering it.) Pick your rides very carefully: When
I first starting biking on my own, I went out early in the morning, when I knew
the streets would be emptier. Even now I’m most easy when I’ve planned out my
route to make sure that much of it will be on roads with enthusiastic bike
lanes.
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