Re: The purpose of roads (Letters, July 29). I love to imagine life before and without cars -- quiet and lovely. The slower pace, the clean air, the normal climate, the healthy people.
I'm wishing for, but not really expecting, a day when all motorists obey all the laws of the road and all show courtesy and respect for all other forms of life and travel. But I wonder if it's normal to despise others who make wiser choices because they make us feel guilty.
Pedestrians (damn them for crossing my path so slowly or even jaywalking) are not using machines, nor are they likely to cause any harm. So they infuriate me as I zoom along on my old road bike, probably running over and killing the odd bug or worm.
I understand why motorists hate me as I commute on my super-efficient two-wheeler, getting my exercise and feeling like a kid, while they get fat, lazy and stupid.
I just wish they would remember bicycles were invented before cars and the roads were paved for cyclists.
Filled with self-righteous cheek, I pedal along at 10 kilometres per hour, singing the slow song of the Earth.