On yer velocipede
May. 28th, 2003 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radegundReasons to cycle:
1. You can halve your journey to work (let's ignore for a moment the fact that this is an optimistic assessment, in that it omits the three centuries it takes the novice to get all the paraphernalia together before she can think of putting foot to pedal).
2. You get to feel smug and keep fit at the same time (the smugness allowance is much greater for cycling than for walking, for some reason).
3. After many years of constant and committed effort, you may achieve legs almost as good as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
glitzfrau's.
Reasons not to cycle:
1. Other road users. I had my first proper Brush With Death this evening (wanted to change lanes; one car way back; stuck my arm out for fucking ages; checked again and began to move out, whereupon the car sped up and whooshed past, inches from me, making me swerve and wobble, and to add insult to (thankfully figurative) injury, fucking beeping), and it wasn't fun at all.
2. You inhale orders of magnitude more exhaust fumes than when you're walking, and your throat, after a few days of this, develops a persistent burning-sandpaper feeling.
3. If you're not careful, you discover that it is, in fact, possible to give yourself a front-facing wedgie. (I have no wish to contemplate the male equivalent of this.)
1. You can halve your journey to work (let's ignore for a moment the fact that this is an optimistic assessment, in that it omits the three centuries it takes the novice to get all the paraphernalia together before she can think of putting foot to pedal).
2. You get to feel smug and keep fit at the same time (the smugness allowance is much greater for cycling than for walking, for some reason).
3. After many years of constant and committed effort, you may achieve legs almost as good as
glitzfrau's.Reasons not to cycle:
1. Other road users. I had my first proper Brush With Death this evening (wanted to change lanes; one car way back; stuck my arm out for fucking ages; checked again and began to move out, whereupon the car sped up and whooshed past, inches from me, making me swerve and wobble, and to add insult to (thankfully figurative) injury, fucking beeping), and it wasn't fun at all.
2. You inhale orders of magnitude more exhaust fumes than when you're walking, and your throat, after a few days of this, develops a persistent burning-sandpaper feeling.
3. If you're not careful, you discover that it is, in fact, possible to give yourself a front-facing wedgie. (I have no wish to contemplate the male equivalent of this.)
