I love driving a car. There, I've come out with it: the worst, most inflammatory statement anyone can make at this moment in history.
But seriously, I do enjoy driving, even if I lament what North American auto dependence has wrought, in wretchedly unwalkable cities and car-centric sprawl, as I also enjoy walking. What I find as both a driver and a pedestrian, however, is that it is becoming increasingly difficult to love my fellow cyclists, who are now so empowered by their environmental correctness that they have begun to proclaim their own (naturally superior and far more fashionable) bike "culture."
It is true that in Europe, biking is essential as a clean affordable way to get around clogged urban centres. In Copenhagen and Amsterdam, almost 40 per cent of residents ride daily. The new Vélib grab 'n' go program in Paris has been so well received that tourist attractions, now clogged with taxis and buses, will soon be clogged with bike racks.
Because of the crisis at the pumps, the number of North Americans who are opting to ride for utility is now on the rise here as well (according to the Bicycle Trade Association of Canada, bike sales were up 6 per cent in the first three months of 2008 alone).
But can a form of transportation, no matter how popular, become anything near a culture?
Well if we can talk about "digital culture" and "coffee culture," apparently so. In June, Toronto hosted the 2008 Bicycle Film Festival. Launched in New York in 2000 by Brendt Barbur and endorsed by art world heavyweights from filmmaker Jonas Mekas to artists Nam June Paik and Yoko Ono, the celebration of bike films, art and music now travels to nine North American cities.
It also makes an annual appearance in Tokyo, London, Vienna, Zurich, Paris, Sydney, Melbourne and Milan.
Curious as to what qualifies as "bike art," I popped in to the show, called Joy Ride, at the festival's Toronto opening. A scattering of pierced and tattooed 20-year-olds stood around drinking (domestic) beer and admiring, variously, a sculpture made of bike parts, needleworked bikes on linen and large-scale colour photography of street kids and their cool, customized rides.
After pondering a lovely series of collages made from bits of cardboard and found building materials, I asked the sweet, scruffy guy beside me what exactly they had to do with bikes and biking. "They're handmade," he explained in a gentle voice, emphasizing the word "hand." "Biking is all about human power, what we can do with our bodies, ourselves."
And so bike culture has its art bikes, like the tall bikes made from found parts by Manhattan gangs such as Black Label and CHUNK666. Along with bike mags, there are online communities and blogs such as rockthebike.com, and urbanvelo.com that promote bike art and bicycle music festivals, where the emphasis is on people power and earth-friendly innovation.
Rides themselves have emerged as a sort of alternative community: L.A.'s MidnightRidazz ride together every second Friday of the month at midnight, as do Midnight Mass in Vancouver and Midnight Mystery in Victoria.
And then there's the World Naked Bike Ride (WNBC to its stripped-down proponents). Founded in 2005 in St. Petersburg, Fla., its motto, "Indecent exposure to cars," now inspires bare-as-you-dare rides in 70 cities across the globe.
This badass attitude is perhaps most clearly expressed by the global organization known as Critical Mass, whose raucous monthly protest ride meets in Toronto on the last Friday of every month to, literally, take over the streets, often in crazy hats blowing noisemakers. "We don't block traffic, we ARE traffic," reads their website.
