Sometimes I head out into the world for a ride and realize that I'm just not feeling comfortable. Could be that I'm preoccupied with something at work... feeling super paranoid... realize that I'm thinking (worrying) about wrecking instead of riding... or maybe just have a lingering "bad" feeling.

When it happens... I just turn around, head back and do something else that day.

Wondering if I'm the only one... probably happens to me once or maybe twice a year depending how much I'm riding.

Anyone else?

 

yup, occasionally I get that feeling.
I typically head back, and if I have to get somewhere and its a long trip I'll take the car.
Rather be safe than sorry.

 

I usually feel that way before I leave and I usually stay at home. I had perfect weather late last week and the weekend but I just didn't feel like going out, so I didn't.

 

it has happend to me a few times also, I also have turned around if I had a close call early in the ride

 

Sometimes but usually its just a gas tank away from a clear head. I usually try and focus a little harder and stay sharp as I ride until it goes away.

 

I used to get a premonition, once in awhile, to not ride but not anymore.

 

Im a new rider and naturally have nervous/excited feelings about going out on a ride. Like last night - I came back from a ride to walk and feed my dog and wanted to go out again for a nice early evening cruise. As MUCH as I wanted to get back on my bike....I felt that I shouldn't somehow. So, I just locked everything up, covered my ride then went upstairs to watch some tv Today, I went home at lunch to switch out my car and take my bike out. I did "not feel" too excited about it, but did so anyway. After a mile and realizing how beautiful a day it was - I was happy I did.

Having said all this - If I ever do feel too preoccupied in my head, for whatever reason whatsoever, I will turn around and save the ride for another day. Not being able to focus = not worth the risk.

 

I get that a lot lately, but it is not out of fear. Lately, I just don't seem to enjoy the things that usta make me happy, riding included.Maybe the stress of moving, or something. Went out for a rip the other day, rode about 2 miles & said to myself "I just ain't in the mood" & brought her home.

Seems like the only thing I still love is coitus & eating.

 

Nope. As long as I know the Good Lord is with me, I'm just fine.

 

I don't have a choice. Keep your head in the game.