Berta pointed out to me today that any scene in Desperate Housewives that has a view of the street during the day will contain a bicycle.

Wysteria Lane is plagued with bicyclists. At least they’re not the biker-pants and yellow-shirt wearing kind that flock around here, driving up (never down) the windiest, steepest-grade streets, insisting that they have a right to ride and yet cause themselves near death far too often.