My friends and I always used bikes when we were growing up. We were mobile and active from an early age. From four-wheeled toys, to three-wheeled trikes and then finally onto the full monty; a two-wheeler; a ‘real’ bike. Eventually this plaything grew into a tool that gave us independence, and opportunities to range further afield. Oh, the stories, the memories.
When I returned to biking in my adult years it had all changed. It had all become about, you guessed it, sport and recreation. I followed the trend (which suggests that there was an element of choice – but there really wasn’t) though I never recall it ever fitting comfortably with me. I had no interest in kicking tyres and doing the technical talk about equipment, distances and times.
I have since made the transition back to how it all began for me. I no longer feel obliged to feign excitement about cycling. My bicycle serves a purpose. It helps me connect with people and place. I don’t love cycling as such, I do love what it offers.
It’s time to reclaim the definition of cycling. It’s time to remind ourselves that it can also be just a simple and efficient way for connecting people with places. Just like a #wheeledpedestrian.
‘Cycling’ is sport and recreation. ‘Riding a bicycle’ is everyday activity. No sweat.