(Letter sent to Alexei via his publishers Hodder & Stoughton)

Dear Alexei,

Here are some after thoughts, stemming from the Sunday cycling club runs that I mentioned in my letter to the Prime Minister.

Obviously it isn't only Sundays that have changed for the better (?) in our modern, 'cleverer than they used to be' World. We (as a society) have this un-happy and un-healthy state of affairs EVERY DAY! And in our choked and car queuing madness and misery we have built More, much Bigger, traffic congested roads, leading to massive super-sick-market-shop-car-crowed car-parks, (when viewed from Space, the British Isles gleam from the Sun's rays reflecting off all the cars' roofs which break through their constant daily pollution, and will we hear the drone of the engine all through the night too?) delivering us into an heavenly hell: fake facades like Meadow Hell, lit inside to a pure white sterilization, ironically so clean that the wound up, bullet sped shoppers could, if they wished and had the time, eat their even faster junk food of the floors! Yet outside in Nature's fresh open air we freely and thoughtlessly gas each other, whilst at the same time gassing ourselves and Nature! With filthy visible black fall out that is the descendant of today's 'cleverly' produced chokingly invisible carbon monoxide, this is truly the worst kind of litter! When it comes to spreading disease we make rats look like the Mountains' snow, and we exterminate these animals as soon as look at them, but not Jeremy Clarkson's shinny twenty or thirty grand friends. Under God's microscope we make Cancer cells look like cream tea! In any work place this atmosphere that we have created to breathe in would be classed as an extremely unhealthy and dangerous environment, and the Health and Safety people would close such a business down on the spot!

We have either been media brain-washed to love the car so much that this situation has become just one of those things: Most of us realize that it is a long clean breath from being good but we are hypocrites to a fashionable convenience, or we, like the smoker think that our lungs are made for such lethal pollutants. I have seen a few programs where really concerned presenters talk to similar doctors and scientists about smoking, showing hellish pictures of the wasted lungs of various smokers. Smoking is like an Indian head massage compared to the heinous Crap that we suck in every day and night from the can do no wrong cars and their exhaust pipes. yes! Cars do have exhaust pipes but they are not shown too often in their relentless advertisements, in fact, not at all! Even the Government has 'forgotten' to put around them a heatproof health warning sticker emblazoning breathing is dangerous here! Our loveable car emissions become Ten times more harmful to your health if you want to do something really un-British like exercise, i.e. walk, or move about by physical means, and regularly! God Forbid! You weirdo!

I already here someone saying, "well we run our car off green unleaded fuel!" "Oh! And we have a catalytic converter fitted to ours!" Well do me a favour, to see if these governmental-industrial, mind-candy-conscientious-precautions are really environmentally friendly, close the garage doors turn on the ignition and take your final pepsi challenge! Chances are it will be too late to wake up and smell the coffee beans of how it really is, in Reality! but that's how it is supposed to be! that's all right! that's what the modern Human, media brainwashed soul requires to be In!

Parties of children and glass domed, ivory towered, wheelie legged adults, visiting a beautiful place like Edale in Derbyshire ask, "Where are all the shops?" And, "what is there to do here?" "There's nothing to buy and not only that our mobile phones don't work!"

As we spend more and more time inside pollutant emitting and toxic absorbing rolling tin cans, and become increasingly less mindful of using our legs etcetera, including our own mind and its imagination, I often wonder if we (still as a society) may, sometime in the future, somehow become grafted meat, (of the poorest quality) growing internally from the womb of cars like former day Darlecks.

Thank you kindly for your precious time,

Nigel Wilson

P.S. I've a letter to a free-lance sports reporter from Rotherham who tries to persuade his Editor to publish one or two Cycle Race articles a decade, (a forever lasting and all too familiar scenario anywhere in the U.K.) when there's room between ice hockey, ping pong, cricket and football - I can understand ping pong's rite to be there as it has been under exposed too and not rammed down our throats! - And at the moment I'm in the process of writing a letter to the Cycling Weakly magazine with some arse kicking views that will more than likely be thrown in the bin, being too near to the truth. In a way Good! because to be honest, I don't know why I should have to give to these people the Gist of a clue of what to do.

Then again I do! It's for you, me and my Son, The We! Everyone!

~ N.W.

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