... strong bonds are forged in high emotional temperatures.

one of the advantages of cycling is that it automatically prevents a journey from becoming an Expedition.

On my tenth birthday a bicycle and an atlas coincided as presents and a few days later I decided to cycle to India.

one feels guilty on behalf of Western civilisation. What damage are we doing, blindly and swiftly, to those races who are being taught that because we are materially richer we must be emulated without question? What compels us to infect everyone else with our own sick urgency to change, soften and standardise? How can we have the effrontery to lord it over peoples who retain what we have lost - a sane awareness that what matters most is immeasurable?

Buying a bicycle is a momentous event, akin to marriage: you are acquiring a partner.

hatred, however apparently justifiable, excusable or inevitable, always damages the hater.

Is this something else our age does - on the one hand make communication easier than ever before, while on the other hand widening the gulf between those who are 'developed' and those who are not?