I suspect only the ex-godfearing folk have a god-shaped gap. They grew up with a god-shaped virtual organ, and when it was taken away it left a virtual hole.... Enter the bicycle, that zen-like appliance which, amongst other things, gives me direct contact with the many gods of Nature*, the ether in my hair, and a chance to reach a higher state of one-ness a few times a week* Due homage to the p* faeries, who are without a doubt the mightiest of them all.