Bicycles on Subways (Or, The Subway: Bicycles Thereon)
Pardon the abbreviation: WTF?
A form of transit… within another form of transit.
A horse in a trailer, a motorcycle on a flatbed, a kayak on a car — these situations are silly but necessary evils. The initial inefficiency is counteracted by the eventual usefulness.
But a bicycle on a subway?
NO.
Ride the fucking bike. It’ll take the same amount of energy to ride the bike across FLAT New York City streets than it will to fend off the evil, evil eye I’m about to give you.
Fine, there are good reasons sometimes. A freak blizzard dumps six inches on New York in two hours. Fine. I’ll buy it.
But what is it? Really, what is your deal?
Exhausted? Don’t feel like riding a bike anymore today? You’re a failure. Why’d you bring the bike in the first place, if you’re just gonna quit, failure?
“The roads are a little slick.” The roads are damp. And those are small puddles. Don’t your wheels have treads? Bikes are engineered for a number of terrains.
You have run out of excuses.
Stop being ridiculous.
Stop taking up valuable space on my subway.
(I’m talking about the bike AND you).
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