The bike era has ended

I returned my bike. No, it's not entirely because I'm a wuss. First, it was a good chunk of dough that we could use elsewhere -- like in buying Lorein maternity stuff! Second, and most importantly, every time I rode to and from school, I felt like I was challenging death. You think driving in L.A. is heinous while in a car, try it on a bike! While it was really, really good exercise, it was so stressful that I always felt incredibly relieved to finally reach my destination. So, I have chosen peace of mind over a sculptured body (yet again).