I have been a grown-up urban cyclist for almost a month (maybe more?). I'm amazed at how easily I've fallen into it, how quickly I've become THAT GIRL. that girl with chain grease on at least one (if not both) shins at all times. How will my wardrobe survive in the fall?? that girl ringing her bell loudly as she passes a recently parked car. that girl on the sidewalk going up the big big hills. that girl in the clunky helmet because WHO CARES ABOUT FASHION. that girl occasionally sneaking the wrong way up a one way street. that girl madly peddling to make it through a yellow light. that girl with the pannier full of vegetables from the farmer's market. that girl carrying a bag of groceries precariously over her shoulder. that girl who wears her helmet in the grocery store because I'm not an octopus with enough hands for everything. that girl whose butt is constantly slightly sore, whose quads cramp occasionally from this new repetitive exercise. that gi...