Aren’t bikes like breast milk! I mean, crooks like Nestlé had us fooled infant formula had to be better. And aren’t bikes like those cast iron frying pans, that you get for ten bucks from the camp shop, but which outlast expensive crap covered in teflon! Aren’t bikes like your own teeth: do you know, it was common in the 1950s, to have kids’ real teeth pulled out, and replaced with dentures?! Dentures were “modern”.
Aren’t bikes so much better than cars! The denser the city, the faster they go. You can ride your bike from your bedroom all the way to your work desk. You can pull one apart then remake it, just for the heck.
So I’ll admit, bikes aren’t exactly like breast milk. The pleasures of cycling go with you, into adulthood. Whereas, among adults, breast milk is a pleasure reserved for but a handful, of the most persuasive, new fathers.