Thirty years ago I lived in a bush town near Kalgoorlie in Western Australia and worked at a nickel mine some 10km from my home I had a choice of commutes; eiher via the main road or through the bush.
Once I’d bought myself one of the earliest model Mountain bikes, the bush route became easily the more popular. I could tell you a thousand stories of my daily rides to and from the mine, from low level bombing raids from the local bird population, to a face to face confrontation with a very beautiful and very deadly Dugite (Snake).
When I reached the mine, my bicycle was the only one to be seen. We had a workforce of about 150 men all of whom drove to work. I was considered to be at least slightly eccentric or, more often, raving mad.
That was thiry years ago. Last year I returned to my old haunts and visited the mine. There would have been up to 20 bikes leaning against the fence. I doubt that the miners are more inclined to exercise, rather that the increase in cycling to work has been brought about by higher petrol prices.
Now I am retired so my commute days are over, which, happily, gives me more time to ride my bikes. —Terry