I cycle about 1 k / mo. but I don't go anywhere. It's about 26 miles to the closest coffee/restaurant/free wify, as I live off grid: no phone, no electricity except for two solar panels. Besides cycling into town I like writing, mostly self-indulgent drivel about recovering from getting attacked; woke up in the middle of a road in the middle of the night. Didn't know my name but I argued with the EMT about the implied/explicit consent form. I'm so bull headed, after a cat scan, walked out of EM untreated. I thought I was OK, but years later, I was fired, divorced, robbed, and left with no place to go except for a slum dwelling/ former escape place that's now part of the nightmare I escape from on my bike.