I've always thought that the bedrock of cycling was pleasure. Pleasure in freedom. Sensual pleasure. Pleasure in transcending your legged-being self and becoming an airborne kind of thing. Pleasure in transgressing - crossing the county boundary of convention that confines you when you're in a car - or even when you're motorised. Pleasure in having all those hormones running round your head.
And pleasure in efficiency and economy and simplicity - you pick up this simple thing and you're off, without the frustrations, expense (money and matter) and complications of travel. Here, I think Otto is really on to something. Cycling's nothingness is it's perfection. And the complexity of life, of traffic, of bicycle theft, of potholes all detract from it's nothingness. You may know that I ride a C40 with DA wheels, gears, brakes. It is like riding nothing. The gear change is like nothing. The wheels require nothing of me. Of course it takes me ten minutes to get it into a steel cage at work and wrestle with three locks, and that is quite something.
And I believe in pleasure - by which I mean not that there is an oh-so-pure pleasure that defies any analysis, but that we can take pleasure, and make it our own. And that is the charm of cycling - that we make it our own and simultaneously share it with others. And by make it our own, I mean that in the act of taking pleasure in the world we free that pleasure of its guilty history, provided that our pleasure is not some other persons pain. And that's why cycling is such a pleasure, because you can traverse the country, taking pleasure, without causing offence or discomfort to anybody. It is as if you weren't there. You could probably say the same sort of thing about Architecture (and I would, if I'd had enough to drink) or reading, or sex (not even tempted) but cycling is as straightforward a pleasure, a bodily pleasure, as a body can find.
Bards' point about Einstein is so correct that I'm really put out that I didn't think of it first - but I'm also compelled to agree in part with JT, because I'm afraid that this thread is the misbegotten child of odd and rather humdrum circumstance, and I'm embarrassed that I didn't make it clear from the start. I'm now the Chair of the Way Forward Committee of the CTC. I'm supposed to think about the future of cycling, and I'm supposed to come up with something to say at the end of that thinking. And the trouble with committees and agendas is that you usually just pick up on the minutes of the last meeting and see how much progress you've made, and then you think of a way of dividing the 'work' up into tasks or fields so that you can measure what you've thought....and I realise that I'm not really in shape for thinking.
The odd thing about cycling is that it is a deeply sociable pleasure. And that's where I'm running aground. It's plain that cycling in company is pleasurable, but I can't work out what that sharing is about, other than the basic re-assurance that comes from mutual recognition. You can get mutual recognition by putting on a uniform, or by mowing your front lawn, but to say that cycling is more momentous a form of mutual recognition is to understate the obvious. Is there some shared pleasure in our survival? Or do we just take pleasure in the pleasure of others? Do we really need each other in any meaningful way?