I find riding the new bike absolutely wonderful unless I have to stop at either a junction or traffic lights or roundabouts or, my worst nightmare, parking. I transform from speeding black bullet to wobbling lump of metal. Small shrieks can be heard by witnesses who are nearby as I stutter forward trying to overcome my fear. I do not want to put my shiny new bike down on the ground. I do not want to look stupid. I do not want to hurt myself.
It has been the same with every bike I've owned and I know with regular usage I will become accustomed to the way the bike behaves when going slowly. This fact does nothing to dilute the agony of the experience. The bike itself is beautifully balanced when going at slow speeds and I really have nothing to worry about, but when a parking situation appears the irrational thoughts that course through my brain do not allow me to believe this.
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