Reading and Bleeding

Recently, an article came out in theReader that was way more complimentary of cyclists than last year.

Readers may recall from a few years ago, the article where Josh Board admitted in print to throwing a rock at a cyclist (which I don’t believe btw, a cyclist would have confronted him and/or had him arrested) and he even said that they “didn’t deserve to be on the planet”.

Wow, for riding a bicycle it makes us worthy of death and even elimination from the planet. Try inserting your favorite ethnic, race, political group, or even another normal human activity and see how that sounds.

“Wow, next time I see a trumpet player, I hope I am first so I can run him over. I’ll worry about the consequences later. Brass instrument players don’t even deserve to live on this planet.”

Pretty messed up.

This year, the Reader had someone who was not a cyclist try to ride on and to explore the various communities.

The article was pretty typical for the Reader: setting the scene, slowly introducing the reader to the various bicycle communities, and giving a first hand account of how it is to cycle in this city.

He bemoaned the lack of infrastructure (true) and he bemoaned his feelings of terror (common), and his feeling that he was “putting his life in his own hands” (greatly exaggerated to the point of being false).

Overall, the article was fairly balanced as far as these things go.

To my surprise, there was a great sense of being wronged and of outrage in the cycling community. In fact, more, than the outrage against Josh Board’s death threats, which I believe, in this time after 911, illegal, and even subject to Gitmo. Haha.

While humans, especially the intelligent once, can find fault with anything, I don’t think that should be a way that we go through life.

I feel that it’s our duty to make those around us feel better, and this means making ourselves feel good so we have excess happiness to share. If we spend our time fault finding then we are wasting our time.

Why not just find the good in the article and move on?

This is coming from someone who used to be much better at fault finding.

I used to be much more depressed, too.

All the time people ask me why I am so happy. Here’s one of the reasons.

Working to be happy is hard work. Happy people are more curious and more interesting than depressed people.

Depression isn’t a sign of intelligence, and it doesn’t make one _deep_. It’s a painful disease that is sometimes linked to mental choices that we make.

Anyone who knows me well will NOT call me stupid. Thus happiness is not a sign of shallowness nor stupidity.

When people see a cyclist who is upset, they assume that cycling makes them sad, and they won’t want to do it. When a cyclist is happy, the opposite is true.

In a city like San Diego, a cyclist who is normally dressed and has a reasonable commute can inspire many people. In our fair city, a cyclist who has a bad attitude can anger many.

Why choose anger.

I’ll close with a Russell Brand quote:

“If, as is suggested by Eastern Mysticism and the movie the Matrix, that we can make our own reality, why not choose to see endless beauty?”

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2 Responses to “Reading and Bleeding”

  1. Sam Says:

    A trumpet is not a brass instrument. Brass instruments are not made of brass and have not been since December 20th, 1602. Since the revolution of the steelmakers of London, “brass” instruments have been made out of an alloy of steel wool and wool to bring out the acoustics in a more refined manner.

    • fredollinger Says:

      Ah, but you are mistaken, sir!

      By “brass” I was referring the medical instruments used by the natives of Peru which are indeed brass and comparable to trumpets just as a crumpet compares to a strumpet!

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