I read the Des Moines Register just about every day, and I see Des Moines Bike Collective posts in my Facebook newsfeed almost as often.
There's been a lot of negativity about bicycling from both those sources — angry letters to the editor, stories about bikers dying and refutation of criticism of riding.
Add in some pretty meh rides of my own, and it was starting to feel like I lived in Eeyore's world.
Fortunately, though, the doom-and-gloom clouds recently broke, and I realized just how nice the majority of people I encounter are.
The security guards in the building where I work are incredibly helpful. If one's not opening the doors for me, another's telling me how I can get in and out easier.
Just as nice was the woman who saw me the day part of my skirt got
stuck in my front wheel while I was walking through a doorway. Thank
you, good Samaritan, for holding the door while I untangled myself.
People inside the building, as well as on the trail, have quite a bit of praise for my milk-crate-carrier and the kitty litter tub I use to protect my stuff on rainy days. (Maybe I should see whether Tidy Cats will sponsor me.)
Those compliment-givers include volunteers with the Bike Collective, whose valet service I've benefited from a few times. It's very sweet that they volunteer to park bikes during events instead of attending them.
Running has taught me not to expect people to cheer on my hobbies unless they also share that pastime — it's a pleasant surprise to receive support from people who may or may not share my biking habit.