Originally Posted by Bri w

I love my bike. My "fear," if it is fear, is breaking my lovely bike by getting it wrong. As a result I often go out to practice specific things. As for breaking me, like Mark, I carry a few scrapes that interfere with life and occasionally its frustrating but hey, that's life.

If I was in a wheelchair I'd probably take up extreme crochet, or riding unaccompanied in a lift. Life's too short for wasting time on worrying.