Silence is survival.
When everything went down, cars clogged the highways. The herd instincts of humanity quickly became its greatest weakness. Those Bastards were attracted to the sound. The sound got louder when they arrived.
Cars are just too noisy. They breakdown. Cars need fuel, and now days only the worst of us have any of that.
We took our bikes instead. Used the surface streets to get to safety. The secret paths we rode to work each day are what saved us. That bit of sidewalk we used to avoid traffic. The tunnel under the highway that only "The Riders" know of. Those are the things that kept us alive.
And the bikes of course. The beautiful silence of a fixed hub.
I can only imagine that there is a flat brimmed 20 year old in Los Angeles using a polo mallet to dispatch the beasts. A messenger in New York that went from survivor to savior.
You use flat pedals, cause the clips are shit to run in. The click click of your footsteps less than ideal. You find some type of matte black paint and spray your bike. These things are like fucking parakeets, attracted to any shiny thing. And brakes make too much noise... Learn to ride without them.
Bring extra tires and extra tubes. Learn to change flats quickly, and keep the following items with you at all times:
15mm Cone Wrench
The supermarkets are dead zones, but the bike shops can keep you alive. It ain't fine dining, but if you can finish an Ironman on Maltodextrin and sodium you'll damn sure be able to outrun these things.
to be continued...