It's all kinds of comfort. Comfort to only walk a little when you arrive. Comfort of being "safe" while others are endangered (by you). Comfort of only pushing a pedal with minimal force, instead of propelling yourself. Comfort of having all your shit with you, like a miniture house/oversized backpack. Comfort of keeping a distance to others, being able to hide all you flaws with your carry-on personal space while othering everybody else. Comfort of being sheltered from environment while driving (+ AC), actively worsening the environment.

There have been hot days where friends met me at a bar and asked me ”Weren’t you hot on a bike?” It was only then I realized the day was considered hot, because I had wind cooling, and they had a metal greenhouse with solar gain.

Nah, I wanna ride a bike and get to work good and sweaty. It instills fear in my enemies

I can wake up in Utah in the morning, and be at the beach in California in the afternoon. I think that's freedom. Google says that same trip on a bike is 3 days. Through Vegas and the Mojave desert. If you don't die.