It was in a warm kitchen in Zürich when I received a button: Vélorution, it said. Bike Revolution. As a Dutch girl I had never thought about it, until then: cycling is a statement.
For me, cycling is more logical than walking. It is my number one type of transport: I cycle to school, my friends, different cities, my job. Even during my job I cycle: I work as a bycicle messenger for a cook. With a backpack on my back I race through the city of Rotterdam, carrying her magnificent biological and vegetarian meals. And it's not just me who's racing around like this. Have you ever seen the bycicle shed next to Amsterdam Central Station? It's two stories high and carries 2500 bikes. Everyone in Holland cycles. My parents, my grandparents, neighbours, teachers, nurses, bosses. No exception. Sheds are filled with bicycles: one for everyone, and maybe a spare for when a friend drops by. My dad, the show-off, has three: a city bike, a race bike and a mountain bike. What an athlete!
The good parts about cycling: it burns fat, not gas. You get out in the sun (or rain, if that works for you). No traffic jams, no paying for fuel. Everyone knows it. What I personally love about cycling is this: it brings you closer to your surroundings. Driving a car makes you focus on the road ahead of you, not on the cute little gardens you pass. When on your bike, you can look around! Smile at people who are walking their dogs. Not being trapped in a metal box on wheels makes people happier and more open for contact.
Back to the cute little button, though - Bike Revolution. Given to me by a radical vegan punk girl from Norway, I now proudly cycle around with it, attached to my messenger bag, with which I transport vegetarian meals. It's not just a way of transport, it's part of a lifestyle. Lost your car keys? Get your butt on your bike!