"This is what motorways will look like when we run out of oil" I joked. But seriously, the pleasure of cruising along a wide stretch of road, surrounded only by other peddle powered vehicles is bliss. Bristol's Biggest Bike Ride took place yesterday (Sunday 16th June) and it's the most peaceful gathering of 5000 people you will ever see. If you'd like to see Bristol council equip the city's roads with proper cycling facilities sign the petition at http://bristolcyclingmanifesto.org.uk/
I prefer to keep old things running by making small repairs rather than replace the whole thing at the first sign of wear. I also hate bullshit sales patter and prefer a down-to-earth talker. This is why I was so happy with THE BUNKER in Bristol. It's a small red brick building on the north bank of the river, right next to the pedestrian bridge by the Create centre. With just a chalk board for a sign and an outdoor workshop that ceases to exist when it rains, the proprietor, Harvey (seen here replacing a headset), has unwavering dedication to recycling and good bike maintenance.
I bought a second-hand pannier rack for £15 and 2 sets of brake pads for £5 each. He lent me his tools and let me fit it all there and then. Exactly the price and level of service I was after. I couldn't be happier. Go there next time you need a fix.
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Cyclists have an emotional connection to the energy needed to travel at speed. Acceleration on a bike involves sensations of heat, tension, moisture, movement and exhaustion. In contrast, a car driver's communication with the use of stored energy is muted and abstracted. It comes from this strange liquid fuel hidden from sight in a tank. In other words cyclists experience a sense of having invested a part of themselves into the process of moving and are inclined to be efficient in everything they do.
Whatever vehicle you are in, if you see a clear and safe route through a red light, one way system or pedestrianised area you have a choice to stop or continue. Not only do cyclists have more options of routes due to their size but also a psychological reasoning heavily weighted in favour of not stopping. It's easy to forget that every time you press the brake or take the long way in the car you are wasting fuel. But the immediate sense of loss when you squeeze the stop lever or get redirected on a bike is inescapable and being told to stop by an unnecessary red light or signpost simply feels more insulting and unfair.
Whilst washing the car yesterday, idly spraying gallons of crystal clear aqua over the soapy contours of the Toyota, I thought about hosepipe bans and realised it's the same type of emotional connection that makes them work. They reduce wasted water by simply changing the method of application. By making people transport the H2O in a bucket you force them to build a relationship with the stuff which encourages conservative usage.
I was then reminded of a phrase my friend Andrew often uses. Whenever we see a case of blatant overspending in public sector business he sums it up by saying "It's easy to spend someone else's money". I know I have been more liberal when spending a company's budget in the past. Happily paying over value for an item that I almost certainly would have shopped around for if buying with my own cash. It's the same lack of emotional connection with the enabling resource and complete absence of personal accountability for it's wastage.
I personally would like to see every moaning driver spend a day using a bike as their normal form of transport. Not a leisurely ride to the canal and back on a Sunday afternoon but an actual time critical commute to an arranged meeting. I bet these motorist would change their attitude to the numerous automatic lights once they'd spent a day being legally forced to give way to the invisible man every hundred yards. I want to make every motorist become more understanding of cyclists who break the law.
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Credits: Thank you to Pip Broadribb for snapping the incriminating photograph of me above. You captured my inner public school boy well.