Rebel Without a Car

"I thought my dreams of being a real, scary rebel were over until I really crossed the line: I started riding a bicycle."

"Immediately I was treated with the kind of disrespect from the general public and law enforcement I had been searching for."

"Just this morning my wife and I were out riding our bicycles and a respectable citizen yelled obscenities at us from his pickup truck while his young son sat beside him. Yes, I have made the passage into true outlaw land: I am a cyclist."