Bicycles

While there are many different kinds of bicycles in the world, the universal two-wheeled transportation device is a manifestation of man’s compassion for a world with clean air. How hilarious yet environmentally safe would it be to see steel workers, hard hats bobbing up and down like floating Styrofoam, pedaling their way to work on a tricycle.

The getting on and off of a bicycle is an intimate act. Pre-driving teenagers gallop and leap onto their red speedsters while in motion because an urge for Taco Bell just usurped their appetite for destruction. Heading toward the lottery ticket kiosk, a polite grandmother with coffee (in a casket) in her right hand motions through the streets of Buenos Aires. She has great trouble lifting that left leg over the middle bar but makes up for it with the industrial-strength padded cushion she has for a seat. The New York businessman exits his 32-speed mountain bike in terrible fashion, tripping over the curb, smashing his priceless nose, and forgetting to lock the bike up. He wishes his ironed pants not to be soiled, but ungodliness of the trousers is inevitable. Of course, the eccentricities of getting on and off a bicycle are directly proportional to a person’s age.

A bike is a sacred possession. It carries you from Point A to Point B. An earth-ship with spokes, this mystic thing de-oils the streets with its ability to cut corners and fit through closet alleyways and holes in fences. It will not bang into others for fear of crumbling like a cheesecake on a sunny day. Plus, it doesn’t leave too much of a mess.

There are many kinds of bikes. West Coast cyclists have transformed the structure of a bike into an urban art form. High and lengthy handlebars, chrome wheels, a gold-plaited frame, and a low-riding seat are the chemical makeup of a West Coast Cycle. Mountaineers of one time zone east of California take their bikes on rugged terrain and very loose gravel. These bikes are made for spills, where the mess is principally made on the person and not the bike. These bikes require accessories that save your life. The circus has monkeys, dogs, or squirrels pawing around in circles on little yellow and red tricycles. These machines pull laughter from the audience in elephantine quantities but very little delight is delivered to those Animal Rights Activists.

The bicycle is a sacred thing. Being only one simple a thing of this gigantic world, it can easily be forgotten. However, once viewed as a tool that can save this planet from immediate pollution, and your wallet from becoming empty for purchasing petroleum, the bicycle becomes more than just a thing. The bicycle will breathe new life into the dying world of automobiles.