C II, I rode a bicycle a whole bunch when I was a kid. To school, and some seven miles out to my grandparents'. I've plowed behind a horse, and probably have a few thousand miles of cow-chousin' on horseback.
When my grandfather finally bought an old Farmall 12 tractor, I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven. A few years later, big enough to drive a car, life got even better.
Nowadays, I watch folks bicycling about the countryside, and I'm happy for them. I see them struggling along on cross-country jaunts. I've even seen a guy on a unicycle westbound on US 90, west of Del Rio! Hardcore! I also note the problems with headwinds, sweat, 110 degree afternoons and near-freezing winter days. Thanx, but uh-uh.
If they wanna go where I go to be happy, they're gonna be carrying those bikes up the mountains of Terlingua and through the swamps of south Jawgia and north Florida--where there ain't no trails nor roads. Carryin' a bike and rifle, both, ain't easy.
And I wanna see somebody haul 150 pounds of deer on a bicycle.
, Art