The bicycle has radically changed my relationship with cars. As a younger person I took quite punctilious care of my vehicles - wheel balancing, washing, pride while driving, money spent on accessories etc. As the bicycle has become increasingly central in my life, I now actively dislike my own car which ironically is the nicest one I've ever owned. (It's not even that nice).
Now I am only half joking when I say that we shouldn't go anywhere unless we can get there under our own propulsion - an extreme view I know. I daydream about a society in which the billions of rand spent on roads and traffic and fuel is spent on bicycle infrastructure. I mentally abolish long distance truck driving in favour of rail. I consign air freight to the dustbin of history in favour of local manufacture and production and I fantasise about how economies might reorganise themselves if the taken for granted assumption that it is my right to be anywhere in the world at the drop of a hat were to be removed.
Granted, this often involves the elimination of at least half of the world's population and I'm always in the half that remains to enjoy these benefits but to the 50% who don't make the cut I say , "hey ho, those are the breaks".
I don't ride in groups often and I used to cringe when I saw people riding in large groups as depicted but these days I don't. I have come to believe that if we want to reclaim quality of life the chaos of modern life, we should all be riding 5 abreast down the M3 - feeling the hills and arriving at our destinations a little sweaty and with the textures of the terrain enlivening our senses.
OF course this is insanity - but like all madmen, I believe deeply in what my distorted fantasies tell me. To me they seem saner than the madness in which we currently live.
We're going camping in Stanford in a couple of week's time - I'm riding there - just me - single file - over hels hoogte where I hope not to be attacked, over franschoek pass where I hope not to be run off the road. I'll get there in 8 or 9 hours while the car will take 2 and the group we're going with will tell me I'm mad.
To me the madness is sitting at 100kmph in a queue of unhappy campers on the N2 all wanting to go faster but held up by the oomie in the front who's going at 85 cos you get bonus points from the average speed cameras for coming in under budget.