6 April, 2013
It’s dangerous to pilot a four-thousand-pound (or more) metal vehicle down the road while playing with your phone. But it’s suicidal to do it on a ten-pound aluminum frame on a road full of two-ton motor vehicles driven by phone-distracted morons.
Being able to use GPS and a stopwatch and everything on your bike would be handy, but let’s not pretend like any of us are strong enough to ignore a screen in front of our faces. We’re apes, all of us. We’re bonobos with feet that can’t grip, and our families aren’t functional, and we don’t have bonobo sex ten times a day. We’ve traded all that for our ability to create glowing rectangles and heat the earth until the oceans lap at our feet.