This morning, this oh so sunny morning, as I was running along the exercise track doing my daily constitutional, I met a friend. As we ran and chatted, (2 metres apart, tut not), we talked (well, kind of yelled), about the people who have rediscovered their bike. ‘They are positively gleeful’, my friend shouted. And she is so right. Cycling, as Luka Bloom has it in his excellent song ‘Think I’ll Go For A Ride’, makes us all children again. The miserable amongst us will say that the tracks are now too busy, but I must demur. Look at the faces of those whooshing along, feeling free, the breeze in the faces, their fossil-fuel guzzling car abandoned at home, laughing as their muscles remember despite the years of inactivity, their hearts pumping out a decade or more of clogged-up sluggishness, family members all out together, kids loving the fact that mum and dad like doing something they like too — and then tell me it’s not a good thing. I will continue to demur.