After my wreck it's hard to get motivated again. It's not that I'm explicitly afraid, it's just that my innocence or joie de vivre is squashed. Bicycling has always been so important to me. It helps me to ground myself. The exercise keeps me alert. It helps me blow off steam. Oh, and it's fun! I've had wrecks before, but over time the innocence returns. I think I'm invulnerable. I think I don't need to wear the helmet. I think "why are people so afraid?". I want to get out in the wind again. I don't mind the cold.