Bikes. Push-pedals.
Velocipedes (the first name for a bicycle derived from the French/Latin/Greek lingo for 'fast feet').
They're cropping up everywere.
This happens, year after year, as the weather starts to warm and I grow bored of running alone to stay fit and warm.
I start to think about cycling. And I just can't stop. My bikedar is in overdrive and signs like this bike-park suddenly come into view; I find myself walking in bike lanes, veering off course into bike shops, dreaming about toe-clips and carrying allen keys around for no good reason.
When I see an adult on a bicycle,
I do not despair for the future of the human race.
~H.G. Wells
