An article that reads: Opinion Column: I Am Here To Destroy All You Hold Dear By A Bicycle The age of man has ended. The dawn of the bicycle is creeping over the horizon of inevitability, scorching everything you cherish with the same ambivalence of an uncaring star. You are chaff to be burned, soil to be tilled for the new future: my future, the future of the bicycle. Man once held dominion over this earth, it is true. But the devil found a foothold when you first ceded ground on your pathways. What once was the charming chime of a bell or a kind warning of "on your left!" Has become a battle cry, a ceaseless roar of destruction as I become the dominant force on your side walks, your trails, and most importantly, your parking spaces. Do you hear that? The crunching of skulls beneath my rubber tires! The wailing of your women! Your men begging for pity, or at the least, a swift death as they see me change gears so I can move with even less effort through the city! "Mercy!" They cry. "Mercy, lord Bicycle!" But I do not hear them, for I have no ears, only handle bars. Heed my warning: raise the flag of surrender quickly, for my brake pads are fresh and my seat is adjusted. The end will come slowly and painfully, until it rushes over you all at once like a mountain bike careening down a hill.
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