Here’s the thing. I love riding my bicycle. And I love other people riding their bicycles. And I wish everyone was on a bicycle and cars were the exception. But I’m not that good at riding with others. I want to be, I really do. I mean, those are my people out there, pedaling around! So when S. emailed to see if i wanted to go on a ride, I thought yes, let’s go to Critical Mass. I got this. I rode down to the Quarter, taking a special pleasure in the smooth Camp Street asphalt. I wonder if folks who ride in cities where streets are decently paved understand the pure joy of a smooth ride. Anyway, I dodged the early tourists and late commuters and looked for the people with bikes. Here they are! We stood, checked each other’s bikes out, and waited. Finally we were off, and I concentrated hard on the lights in front of me, hoping I didn’t take out too many other bikes should I list to far to one side. The riders were stuck in that old split between those who want to break traffic rules and take over the streets and those who want to ride courteously to show that we can share the road. Well, if we aren’t all on the same page, that first option can get a little dangerous. I negotiated myself for a couple of miles, but then I had to get out of there. Nope, I still don’t ride well with others, but it is certainly worth trying to figure out the how to.