…no really, it is true. My blog has been dark lately – more on that later. For now I want to share this thought I have been mulling over for a week or so:
I am not a cyclist. I am an urbanite.
As kid biking was free entertainment.
As a teen cars meant freedom.
As a student my feet took me everywhere I needed to go.
As a traveler linking modes was key to mobility.
As a Copenhagenite bikes were just part of life.
As an adventurer bikes were exciting.
As an urbanite bikes are functional.
No, I am not a cyclist. I am an urbanite.
Now let’s ride bikes!
Traverse 
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I am a cyclist and am also bloody tired of this hair-splitting excess of caution in speech
Dave,
I am usually very skeptical of this kind of language issue, especially when it is about being politically correct. However, the more I engage people using this language the more I see its effectiveness when communicating with people on all sides of transportation issues. Give it a try sometime!
Okay, I guess this fat old kike CYCLIST will give it a try!