I woke up in a sweat, seeing my influence rising, and thinking of the people I have already inspired to buy bikes. If this goes on, Newcastle might overtake Melbourne as Australia’s cycling capital. I’m having nightmare visions of fair-weather cyclists on squeaky bikes Santa Clause gave them, with their seats too high and too low, infuriating drivers, wobbling all over… oh god help us all.
If I really thought I could be an agent of change, I would have to stop writing this blog. Cycling is like tying ones own bow tie, living in an architect designed home, surfing, designing suits for your tailor to make you, living in the city overlooking the sea, having a doctorate. It is not for the unwashed, who I should ask to stop reading.