Treadly and Me

Do you ever experience this? You go for weeks on end without any serious trouble on the road, and then in the space of one ride it seems that every second motorist you meet is trying to kill you.

"It's a kind of escape for us, a chance to break away from the daily reality of prison." --Daniel, participant in the prisoners' Tour de France.

While a certain "street cred" comes with having a "borrowed" milk crate for your bike basket, there's something elegant about good ol' wicker.

"Whenever you decide to drive or take public transport, you will feel a deep sense of regret at the first cyclist you see enjoying their ride." --John the Monkey

I've been pondering the urgent and focused responses of governments and people to the outbreak of "Swine Flu", and contrasting the handful of tragic deaths from H1N1 virus with the enormous number of equally tragic deaths due to road trauma. Where is the urgent response to this leading preventable cause of death?