Why I Ride a Bike
These reason for riding a bike are not given in order of importance,
nor could they be.
1) Cycling is fun.
As a child, my bike
was my favorite toy; it was my horse, my Fokker triplane, my motorcycle,
and my race car. But it was also fun just as a bike. We kids played chase,
performed stunts, and rode thousands of miles within our neighborhood.
As a young man
in college, I thought of my bike as a magic carpet or seven league boots.
With little money, I was able to travel all over Alabama and even to Northern
Ontario.
After I returned
to cycling at forty. I noticed that I was drooling a little while cycling.
Part was due to having just quit smoking, but part was due to that little
boy inside of me really enjoying himself.
2) Cycling is an opportunity to know a different world.
Is there anything
more pretty than a ride late at night with the stars overhead and, from
time to time, a falling star?
Is there anything
more enchanting than riding after dark with your headlight lighting up
the swirling and falling snow?
Is there anything
more deeply satisfying than sitting next to a lake or stream, beside your
tent, bicycle, and stove, and eating the food you caught and/or gathered?
Is there anything
stranger than exploring a cave you discovered by the side of the road,
using your somewhat dim bicycle light?
Is there anything
hairier than traveling through a dark tunnel on your bike when you can't
see either wall or the ceiling?
Is there anything
more exulting than to be cycling in the clouds in the high mountains and
to see the patches of green and the toy houses below?
Is there anything
more humbling than a flat tire during a heavy rain with no shelter?
Is there anything
more nostalgic than to be cycling down a road on a long bike trip and suddenly
recognize where you are from childhood memories?
Is there any greater
satisfaction than to return to the place where another trip had ended,
and go on?
Is there anything
more powerful than to realize after building up all summer that you can
cycle all day and climb any mountain without getting tired?
Is there anything
more wonderful than to turn your daydream into a reality?
3) Cycling is healthy.
In the middle of a
hundred-mile ride, I was climbing a mountain when I noticed steps had been
cut into a giant boulder to make a lookout. Just as I pulled off the road,
a car stopped, and the occupants painfully pulled themselves out of their
seats and looked at those steps. "I'm not climbing up there," the woman
flatly declared, "I'm too tired from traveling, and those steps are too
steep." At that moment, I had reached the base of the rock. I leaned my
bike against it and ran to the top. It was good to have a chance to catch
my breath! I ran back down, jumped on the bike, and started climbing again.
One day, returning
to Alabama by bike, I stopped to wash my clothes in Roanoke, Virginia.
Two fellows were also doing laundry. They admired my courage and physical
fitness, and one of them said, "I'd like to do something like that, if
I were as young as you are." "How old are you?" I asked. He said, "forty-three."
I said, "I'm almost fifty-one."
When I started
my first trip to Canada in 1966, I weighed 150 pounds; when I got back,
I weighed 165, without a trace of fat. When I started my last trip to Canada
in 1995, I weighed 193 pounds; when I got back I weighed a lean 165 pounds.
My final weight is about the same on all long trips.
I never lift weights,
I never condition my abs, I never stretch, I never diet, I seldom see a
doctor, I just walk and ride my bike. My weight increases only when I am
riding less than 100 miles a week. Cycling keeps me lean, fit, healthy,
and happy.
4) Cycling is economical.
A bike doesn't have
to cost much. Unlike a car, a chrome-moly bike will outlast the owner,
and few parts will ever break or fail. Some parts will wear out: the tires,
the chain, the cogset, the sprockets, the brake pads, and the bearings.
The wheels will fatigue. Replacing the tires is the greatest maintenance
cost. When I had little money, I was able to keep my costs to about a penny
a mile by using tires and chains from discount stores and rear cogs from
a flea market. My costs are greater now; I have paid $2,000 over ten years
and 50,000 miles (4¢ a mile), but I still have my two bikes and gear
in good condition.
On the other hand,
the average car cost about $5,700 a year. These costs break down to $2,883
for depreciation, $724 for insurance, $696 financial charges, and 9.3¢
a mile for fuel, maintenance, and tires, for a total cost of 45¢ per
mile. For some reason, these government figures don't include repairs,
parking costs, or taxes. Nor do they consider the earnings necessary to
save $5,700. Nor do they include a host of hidden costs, indirect costs,
and costs passed on to others. If all costs are included, the total might
be as great as $1.25 a mile.
An unmarried cyclist
living in the South can live quite comfortably on that $5,700 a year. An
apartment costs $200 a month, utilities (gas, electricity, phone, Internet,
and water) from $100 to $150, and food from $60 to $100, leaving $300 to
$1,400 a year left over for miscellaneous expenses, such as bike tires.
Because of being a cyclist, I can save half of my income while I'm working,
or I can afford to take a year off to go back to school or to write.
Some people have
said that a cyclist has to buy special clothes or eat more foods. First,
no special clothes are necessary, with the exception of a rain suit in
place of an umbrella. Second, if the cyclist does buy special clothing
and shoes, those items take the place of other clothing and shoes the cyclist
would have to buy anyway. And cycling clothing lasts just as long as any
other. Cycling clothing does not have to be expensive either. As far as
eating more, I only eat more when on a long trip; then, I just add more
rice or pasta to my diet.
5) Cycling is ecologically sound.
Each person that rides
a bike rather than drives a car is helping to save our planet. Our civilization
has been burning huge quantities of coal, natural gas, oil, and their byproducts,
thus pumping carbon dioxide into the ecosystem. Living creatures absorb
most of this carbon, but the excess accumulates in the atmosphere. The
result has been 1) a longer growing season, 2) more hot days, 3) more rain,
and 4) greater drying. Predicted but not proven results are: 1) more frequent
violent storms, 2) drought, famine, and the destruction of forests, and
3) the flooding of coastal cities. Of all of our fossil fuel uses, automobile
travel is the least defendable.
The amount of carbon
dioxide which motor vehicles produce is enormous. The average car in the
US burns about 650 gallons of gas, producing eight tons of CO2
(total production is 20 tons per person). Although fuel economy has increased
to 19 mpg, travel has reached 1.6 trillion miles a year, so (adding truck
usage) we burn 338 million tons of gasoline and 246 million tons of diesel
and other fuels each year. The world consumption of oil has now increased
to 3.2 billion tons of oil, thus 10 billion tons of CO2
are produced yearly from oil alone.
But 3/4rds of the
automobile trips in the US are for distances of less than ten miles, and
over half are for distances of less than five miles. By riding my bike
on errands, to work, for weekend recreation, and on summer vacations, I
have greatly reduced auto use, and I have had a better life.
6) Cycling is environmentally sound.
Ronald Reagan used
to announce for GE, "Progress is our only product." People are often so
committed to this ideal of progress that they fail to see that "progress"
has been very destructive. We have sold our birthright and have little
to show for it. Our forests have been stripped cleaned, our farms are badly
polluted, our children are abandoned and carry guns, our cities have become
slums, our countryside is a maze of freeways, our lives are empty, taxes
and meaningless expenses eat up our salaries, the balance of trade and
national debt have reached insane amounts, and our heroes are constantly
in trouble over sex and drugs.
Henry Thoreau,
speaking 150 years ago, foresaw the problems our civilization was headed
towards. He did not attack change ("When one man has reduced a fact of
the imagination to be a fact in his understanding, I foresee that all men
will at length establish their lives on that basis."), but he pointed that
we were not happy ("The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation."),
that we had the wrong goals ("Our inventions are wont to be pretty toys,
which distract our attention from serious things. They are but improved
means to an unimproved end, an end which it was already but too easy to
arrive at."), and that we expected a free lunch at some point ("Men have
an indistinct notion that if they keep up this activity of joint stocks
and spades long enough that all will at last ride somewhere, in next to
no time, and for nothing.") .
The solution, both
for us as individuals and as a nation, is to quit following the piper and
to rearrange our priorities. True improvement is not always outward ("The
kingdom of heaven is within you"). We have to learn to value people over
property, Nature over luxury, love and affection over sex and money, and
meaningful experiences over financial success. While I recognize that riding
bicycles can't solve all these problems, I think that cycling can help
people begin making healthy changes in their own lives. Cycling, by itself,
can be a good alternative to massive traffic jams, a million injuries and
42,000 deaths a year, high insurance costs, double bypass surgeries, high
taxes, and mile after mile of sterile, God-forsaken asphalt.
I know that my
own move back to the bike was the best decision I ever made.
(Louis J. Halle, Jr. Spring in Washington)
Under the circumstances,
it is proper to wonder why our entrapped multitudes do not seek escape
from the hive, once more asserting their individual independence as men.
The door stands open on the outside world. I conclude that we have lost
our knowledge of the outside world, and fear of the unknown is greater
than any accustomed horror. I have seen a bird cowering in its cage when
the door was open for its escape.
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