Bikes! Always cracks me up. Uppity smug academics who watch old “films” are obsessed with images of the european proletariat pedaling to town ringing their little bicycle bells. How romantic. How superior.
How smelly.
If I were to tell one of those liberals how many times I’ve crashed while riding a bike, they’d probably tell me I’m doing it wrong, and to get rid of my mountain bike and get one of those cheap single speed bikes that don’t have any hand brakes.
And I’m so rough on my stuff that I once wrapped the rear derailleur around a spoke.
Those same academic nimrods are cutting up busy Wisconsin roads (where we have two seasons....winter and “orange barrel time”)with bike lanes that nobody uses.