Similar to Veruca Salt who wants her golden egg now and I mean "now, daddy," University of Michigan students want to get to class now, and I mean now – it's 10 minutes passed Michigan time.

Veruca Salt and the students lack patience. The same impatience that caused them to stomp, yell, and cry because the line for the slide at the park was too long. We are the generation of restless desires, and us walkers won't allow these human-powered, pedal-driven, wheel-cycling vehicles called bikes to run us over before falling over themselves.

Since there are about 30,000 undergraduate students plus many more Ann Arbor residents, professors, visitors, etc, there is no room for the bikers on the sidewalks. This is why we need bike lanes here at the University of Michigan. I get it, bikes are more efficient because they get you to your classes faster and it is very convenient to lock up the bike at the dorm. The pain behind no bike lanes is consistent and occurs on a daily basis.

My walk to class at 8 a.m. starts off with a nice breeze and a bright sun. The large quantity of students walking provides me with an inevitable invasion of personal space. Walkers alone (and our backpacks) take up the volume of the sidewalks. About two minutes into the glorious walk, a bike comes. Moving slowly like a sloth, the bike is weaving and wobbling through each individual. Soon my eyes are staring right at bland cement and scraped hands.

Don't worry, the bike then gets off his bike to apologize and then he walks the bike to his class. A bike is meant to carry you. A bike is not meant for you to carry. What is the point of biking to class if you bike slower than people walk? What is the point of navigating through a people maze harder than the fall break corn maze you completed in two hours?

Imagine walking to class at 8 am with the ability to smell the fresh air and listen to birds chirp as you soak in the beauty of the fall colors in the decadent diag. Imagine being able to spread your arms and spin in circles as the breeze rushes through your fingers. Imagine walking to class without being stopped, without fear, without bikes.

This is the dream of bike lanes. This is the dream for walkers. This is the dream for bikers. This is Willy Wonka's golden ticket to class.