I can be a bad person to watch a movie with because my disbelief weighs a ton and requires greater than average leverage to be fully suspended.
Apocalyptic movies like “The Road” or “28 Days Later” lull my critical mind to rest pretty easily because I spend a disproportionate share of my waking hours convinced that we’re moribound, and I find many of these movies a convincing, and somewhat cathartic, cinematic realization of that perspective.
However, one consistent flaw among all of these movies is the total lack of salvation by bicycle.
In the end times, I will not be searching frantically for an automobile that still has gas, nor will I be sprinting breathlessly to escape the horde of marauding zombies, I’ll be pedaling leisurely away.
There is some comfort in knowing I’m not the only person in the back of the theater yelling at the protagonist to “Get a fucking bike!”. The Path Less Pedaled has realized this same vision in the likeness of a T-shirt. Genius.