Cycling in the sun

When we cycle we feel clean, That we are manageing to keep our petrol use to the minimum. That we try to maximize cycles and buses for travelling.

And yet.

There are other worlds.

When cycling on a hot day, like today, sometimes I cycle past an old man cycling with his huge load of paper on a wooden cart. Or another older man with a load of metalware. Pedalling painfully. Slowly.

And then I realise the utter superfluity of we who 'choose to cycle', protected in our privilege. And able to exercise the choice.

As opposed to these co citizens pedalling with malnourished legs. As there is no option for them.

They are the people we need to face. Answer to.

We and our so called choices are incidental.