I’ve wondered about this. Breathing exhaust is only one of the disgusting aspects of biking frequently in a populous city, along with “bike mouth,” black eye goop the morning after a long ride and the feeling that the oxygen in your bloodstream is actually smog.
The only thing I love more than beautiful young women on bikes is dowdy old women. This woman wasn’t going much faster than I was walking, but she was surely going four or five times faster than she could walk. Since she had a great bike lane for most of her journey (to the pharmacy), she wasn’t putting herself or anyone else in danger, unlike when my own grandmother has to drive miles to the pharmacy. You would never see a woman like this on a bicycle in America.
There are mostly old people on bikes in this little town, since the young have chosen scooters.
I’m for it.
The third “My NYC Biking Story” from Streetfilms (and my favorite so far). Marcus Woollen isn’t some fixed gear trickster, but a man who wanted to take charge of his own health and so switched to biking to work every day—he’s since lost 45 pounds and found a new appreciation of the city and his neighborhood.