Without one, i am much less likely to leave the house for any old reason. I see my roomie Sascha go through this all the time -- the needing to get somewhere, and the deep heavy sighs at knowing it's not as easy as just hopping in the ride and turning the key. I've been home all day -- but that could also be due to the drunken biking i did last night and the poison oak that's popped up all over my face. It's been a haggard day, and swollen eyes are not the cutest.
So this helmet and bike bag i've been using have been sitting on the table all day, since being plopped there last night.