“My Uncle Alex, who is up in Heaven now, one of the things he found objectionable about human beings was that they so rarely noticed it when times were sweet. We could be drinking lemonade in the shade of an apple tree in the summertime, and Uncle Alex would interrupt the conversation to say, “If this isn’t nice, what is?”  Kurt Vonnegut.

“If this isn’t nice, what is?”  Kurt Vonnegut.

Anytime I’m on my bicycle I’m in a constant state of: “If This Isn’t Nice, What Is.”  Seriously, today there is no finer method of slipping away from it all than on your bicycle!

Every moment cycling a continual reminder of natures brilliance.  In the automobile powered rat-race nature is irrelevant.  If you drive a car nature is deposable to you.  I’ve never been in a car and thought, If this isn’t nice, what is? 

Forty-five percent of all daily car trips are shopping and errands.  With the average trip distance at 3.5 miles.  Averages for recreation and work 15.4 and 12.1 miles respectively.  All these averages well with cycling range.  Electric Bicycles have extended all these ranges exponentially and cargo capabilities.

If your car had no bicycle-rack would you still ride your bike?  Seriously given the dire state of this planet do you really need your car to ride your bicycle?  A self proclaimed cycling town Golden, Colorado has more bicycles on cars and in garages then butts on bicycles.  So you live in that sub-division across the street yet needed a car to get your bicycle and yourself here to this spot you can see from your home? 

Expensive bicycles on expensive cars in expensive garages?  These are the folks with two or three bikes and five pairs of skis.  Are you a cyclists or a capitalist’s?

If your riding an $3500.00 – $10.000.00 bicycle, cycling better be your profession or you’ve got some serious ego issues in your drive-train.

I know these people who are and will never be happy with what they have and don’t have.  I’ve mentioned the bankers and lawyers who stripped me of my capitalistic addictions by taking everything except my bicycle, tent and sleeping-bag.  That first night in my star-lit tent amidst a rippling, sound-track, shrouded in uncertainty, I couldn’t help thinking.  “If this isn’t nice, what is?”

When I moving into my current ten-room boarding house, the house everyone in town wonders.  Who lives in that bizarre house and why?  I was thinking, “If this isn’t nice, what is?”  Just headed out for a ride,

“If this isn’t nice, what is?”