I am tired of people who think my cycling everyday into work is an ordeal. It’s not. I like it. I like cycling. Stop looking at me pityingly. I am tired of being patient about the pity, as if it is okay. Bet the same folks’d be real pissed off at me if I looked at them pityingly boxed up in their car and stuck in traffic.
I choose to cycle. I like it.
Admittedly, sometimes, I don’t want to cycle. But that’s because I’m lazy and it’s cold. I doubt that I would want to drive either. What I want is to stay in bed, with a hot drink and a good book. That not (often) being an option, cycling is actually rather fun, even in the cold. I like it.
I don’t say to anyone, “Why don’t you cycle?”, ‘though many feel quite happy asking me, “Why don’t I drive?” The easy answer is that I don’t have a car, nor do I want one. For getting about town, my daily commute and my daily chores, I prefer cycling. I have a driving license and I can and do drive, usually hiring a car for long weekend trips. But more and more of my holidays involve cycling as my main means of travel, because I like it.
I have not, to my knowledge, told someone they should cycle, although I have been encouraging if they make interested noises. My encouragement can be a bit proselytising, because I am somewhat of an evangelist about my enthusiasms. That’s because I like it.
I expect no admiration and no accolades, and aside from the occasional lateness to work due to a puncture or brake seizures, I don’t expect anyone to pay me any mind. And mostly, no one does. But usually when they do, it is to pity me. Enough of that. I cycle because I like it. That’s all.