I don't own a bicycle
I've been thinking about buying a bicycle, but not too seriously.
My friend MinusCar Mike could get by without a bicycle, but he doesn't want to. (MinusCar Mike is probably not his preferred handle- it's just how we refer to him in our house.) What he does without the use of their family car is quite impressive.
Mike lives in Sioux Falls and is, as you can see if you look at his blog, a bit of a bicycle activist. Sioux Falls is a growing city- hardly a small town- but it's not so big that one can't get their voice heard if one cares to.
So when Mike got wind of a local radio DJ's rant about bicycles, he sent the DJ an email or two and ended up getting on the radio to attempt to enlighten the guy.
Unless I missed something or messed up these links, you can read the whole thing (so far)
But as interested as I am in my friend's rabble-rousing in SF, what inspired me to post is the car wreck that is that first few seconds of the original radio bit. You can hear it on the post in that last link. It's so painful that I've probably listened to it fifteen times this morning. The rant in its entirety is amusing enough, and I certainly don't mean "amusing" in the way the DJs meant it to be, but here's the beginning part, plus more, that I just can't let go. Sweet Sioux Falls radio.
"What the h...?!? What is...?"