Remember this fat bastard and his nasty wife?
He became known as the Minister for Speeding, lost his licence and was reduced to riding a bike to Parliament House.
Now look at him after a year on the bike. Lean, mean as ever, and angling to become Premier.
I wouldn't hold this turd up as a poster-boy for the benefits of cycling, but clearly even thuggish socialists can benefit from a bit of time spent furiously pedalling up and down the hills of Sydney. I reckon he quickly discovered that because he was taking longer to get places, he was spending more time away from his wife, which only encouraged him to ride more and more.