A summer rhapsody for a pedal-bike

Nothing separates men from women more significantly than riding a bicycle. Whenever I see a man on a bike in London, he is invariably breaking the law: riding on the pavement, whizzing through a red light, pedalling arrogantly along our one-way street in the forbidden direction. I have never seen a woman doing any of these things. Their cycling is strictly utilitarian, economical, discreet, at modest speeds and on machines which have no element of display. What does this tell us about the sexes? Well, it certainly makes me revert again to my technological vision of the future, in which men have been eliminated, their prime function taken over by perpetual sperm-banks, and with selection procedures ruling out male babies. This would be a world with minimal crime and no wars, no sex in the traditional sense (what a relief) and in which it would be possible to ban alcohol, drug-taking and professional sport.