Treadly and Me

As I pootled towards t'pit this morning, I found myself pondering the programme that was on ABC's Compass last night: "What Would Jesus Drive?" Apparently this is the catch cry of a group of American Christians (possibly these guys) in its campaign against the USA's obsession with gas-guzzling cars.

In all honesty, I didn't watch the show (frankly, I'd rather poke my eye out with a stick) but I reckon after about 5 minutes consideration I have the answer: he wouldn't drive anything. Come on, think about it for a sec: is he really going to give the ultimate celebrity endorsement to a car company?!? And I can just see him sitting in a traffic jam yelling at other drivers to "go forth and multiply!"

No, if he were around now, he'd probably be perfectly happy to stick with the mode of transport that served him well enough last time he dropped by. But if he did feel the need to get off his ass, I've no doubt that he'd throw his sandaled leg over a bike.

Now I know this opens up the whole new question of "What would Jesus ride?", but that's an entirely different—and far more interesting—discussion. (For what it's worth, I reckon he'd go for something like an old-school Avon complete with chain-guard, pannier rack, mud-guards, and basket on the handlebars—we're talking perfect utility cycling here!)