Car vs. Bike

Today was my first day driving again after the scary incident on Wednesday. I felt nervous and un-confidant the whole drive. I was thinking today, cars really bring out the worst in people, and I am starting to feel very anti-car. I would not say that I am a person that is easily rattled, but I am still feeling the effects of that man's urban terrorism.

Cyclists however are a whole different thing. Last week I got a flat tyre on my ride into work. It was pitch black and 5.30 in the morning. Almost every person that rode past me asked if I was ok and was prepared to stop and help. One American cyclist did actually stop and offered to change my tyre for me. Tony was already on his way though so I politely declined and thanked him. If I didn't have the Tony back up though, this man was fully prepared to make himself late for work by helping me. It was so touching to feel the genuine care and sense of commerardery between cyclists.

Why can't motorists be that polite? I wonder is it that anonymity you have behind the wheel of a car? The fact that you often can't really see the person, all you see is the actual car a lot of the time? Maybe the toxic crap a car spews into the environment also has some kind of toxic effect on peoples thought fields and energy? I even find myself becoming a person I don't like when I am in my car. It is probably the place I display the most anger and aggression. I am not normally and angry or aggressive person, but can become so in my car.

On another car note, I have decided I AM SELLING MY CAR. It is no longer talk! I have come to the decision I will do it. I am going to buy Jane and Mike's old Holden Barina so I have a little run around car. As much as I would love to subsist off just my bike, I think that is unrealistic.

So as soon as I get the Barina, 'Norbert' the Honda Jazz is going to find a new home. I will miss his lovely air-conditioned, beautifully stereoed comfort. But the freeing up of my finances is more important right now.

Also I wonder with cyclists, perhaps the happy hormones pumping around their bodies due to the lovely effects of exercise help make them the lovely people they are? Well whatever it is, I'm glad I can say I am one of them.