Start of my first ride at home---a four-mile (round trip) jaunt. There was a steep hill that taxed my resolve even though I was using the lowest gear on my trike. Otherwise it was a fun ride.

The flags are not only for alerting drivers of my presence, but also for alerting neighbors of the approaching horror. When children saw this frightful sight, they ran into their houses, screaming. Mean-looking dogs whimpered. Adults uttered nasty things. I felt like King of the Road.

Photographed by She Who Must Be Obeyed with her iPhone. Thanks, Renate.