I have four grown children and two tiny grandchildren.
I admit to wasting my life messing around with fast cars and motorcycles.
More books, more racing and more foolishness with cars and motorcycles are in the works.
Regardless, I did rise to the editorship before embarking on a freelance career in the late '60's.
Had I been more responsible I might have made something of myself as a junk bond trader, long-haul trucker or perhaps a plumbing contractor.
Don't get me wrong, I think bikes are terrific. I own several of my own, including a trendy mountain style, and ride them for pleasure and light exercise.
The automobile, both a cause and an effect of this decentralization, is ideally suited for our vast landscape and our generally confused and contrary commuting patterns.
The bicycle is a former child's toy that has now been elevated to icon status because, presumably, it can move the human form from pillar to post without damage to the environment.