For several days now I've been mourning the loss of my bicycle, which was stolen last week when some cretin used a cable cutter on my lock during the otherwise idyllic rehearsal for Holidazed. So while I waited for my new bike to be ready, I tried a spinning class at 24 Hour Fitness.
Is it just me or is there something wrong with a roomful of people driving to the gym so they can spend an hour cycling to nowhere? In the dark. With head-banging music. And an instructor whose only function is to shout at us when we approach "a hill." Perhaps I'm overstating it, but I couldn't help but feel this kind of aggressive pseudo-experience represents, well, just about everything that's wrong with our gas-guzzling, war-mongering contemporary culture.
Okay, I am overstating it. I just really miss my bicycle.