In article <[email hidden]>,
Johnny Sunset said:Quoted message said:Of course that would alienate us from Society,
but ... screw Society, right? We can march off
independently to the beats of our own drummers &
pipers. You on your recumbent, and me on my
ugly rig that "real bike riders" disdain,
I always thought that people riding bicycles for transportation were
the real cyclists, not the ones playing on "toys".
Bicycling on any sort of bicycle configuration doesn't need
any justification or rationalisation AFIC. I guess it's a
binary thing -- you're riding, or ya ain't. You're a cyclist,
or ya ain't. Plain & simple. We riders don't need to tear
ourselves apart with silly enmity and divisiveness, we need to
stand together and be supportive and inclusive of each other,
from the retired couples toodling around park paths, to the
commuters bombing down urban arterials, to the coffee shop
trendies, to the hell-bent-for-leather racers in their yellow &
black killer bee costumes, to escapee tourers, to the folks who
just plain ride to get around. But all too often, we ourselves
are our worst enemies. We pedal-pushers are all linked. We
share common interests and common experiences. I think that's
something to joyously celebrate, but unfortunately some
party-poopers think otherwise.
Oh, well. The party-poopers ye shall always have among you.
But y'know what? Out on the streets in real life is pretty
different from here in UseNetLand. When I'm out & about on
ol' Pig Iron, I get into all kinds of nice interactions with
fellow riders and other people (including some downright pretty
and charming women.) And my ugly rig even occasionally gets
compliments from folks whom it nostalgically reminds of bicycles
back in "the old country" (wherever that may be.) So, I take my
"screw Society" back. Screw party-poopers! Double screw 'em!
Keep the human-powered, self-propelled faith.
Let your smile be a fairing.
And please don't let a bunch of stupid words get you down.
Cheers & a flick o' the forelock from one Bicycle Rider to another,
Tom
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