Few are more self righteous than the cyclist:
As a cyclist, these failures drive me beserk. I refuse to own a car, partly because I believe it is wrong to fill other people’s lungs with carcinogens. And so, while the drivers breathe their filtered air, I have to sit behind their tailpipes, drawing their excretions – for I am exerting myself – deep into my chest.
And I love them for it.
