first up, where i ride currently. my neighborhood, which is the vales, flats, and very rarely, the peaks in my coastal community. as far as busier byways, rt 1 is a breeze, tho 79, 81, and 145 for some reason have seemingly more knucklehead drivers, while 154 and 80 have mellower drivers, tho i don't cruise on that one much as the hills, especially around chatfield hollar, will kill ya. it's pre-colonial Connecticut, so there's always another way to get somewhere without big road hassles.
this may sound like i spend a good deal of time on those busy roads, but i don't. when not meeting up with pals, i mostly just ride around my immediate neighborhood, which offers 1 milers or 25 milers depending on my mood.
no helmet ever. tunes always. and even with a headphone or buds, but for a disco or rammstein beat on volume 10, i can hear your thoughts before you even say them. that nut trying to gun his ride and make all the lights on 23rd going from the hudson to the east river? i heard him before he left chelsea. just the way i was born. local 5-0 hunting at my home will tell you 'clif don't need no gun, he can just sneak up on them, and choke em down (don't hunt no more as i lost my taste for venison).'
no helmet (except for those places that make u wear one), and full tunes on the slopes as well. i seem to have a pretty good ability to avoid physical harm, but for a bball court or timber work, as im there at these places for safe fun, and not some silly attempt to be shaun white.
i have sooo many pals that were bumped by a car, or misread the train tracks, or curb, stoplight, or whatever (whattayou think could happen if you think 'screw it! im bombing this hill!' and you can't?). not me, tho i did stop, and open hand slap the hood of a knucklehead driver in kenmore square last spring. that guy blew away faster than a skeeter biting me a month or so ago.
when i first learned to drive, the advice that i got at the dinner table was, over and over, 'watch out for the other guy!' tru dat.
soooo, wear a helmet, don't wear a helmet. listen to beats, or don't listen to beats. whatever, it's a free country. to each his/her own. im almost never in a rush so pro tip: don't get caught behind cliffy's truck on rt 1 -he lets almost every vehicle in, and drives at an unhurried pace.
almost got hit by a car in tahrir square (circle?) years back. max glare until i realized 'wait, im not home. these people are nuts,' and the further away from the first world u get, the more u realize that there are no rules, only a sketchy law and order environment. no interest in being a dead hero.
on the udder hand, nothing like tooling around on a nice sunny day in February at hammy beach. the bikeshirted packs, whizzing around at high speeds on those flatlands, only come out when it's 55-80 degrees. 81 makes them melt away, and 54 turns them into freezepops.
my tunes source is a fantastic grundig am/fm/shortwave radio, with mindnumbingly good sound and reception in a very small size. holds up very well in wipeouts, too.
it's called 'grundig world traveller.' yup.
biking is fun. iffn u think it should be more than that, ur doing it wrong, and most likely, heading down another unsustainable path for your longterm health and well being. i really like those 80 years old cyclists, and i fully expect to be one if that time comes for me, and wearing tunes.
my daily driver is an older nishiki, with a fantastic seat, and 'should be fixed, someday' gearing. the brakes work great.