One of the things I have always loved about cycling is that, even during and after the most routine rides, my senses are sharpened. Food tastes better, my cats seem cuddlier and I see colors more vividly.
I was reminded of this when I got to work today.
That, in the garded in front of the administration building. The ride in was otherwise unremarkable, save perhaps for the fact that I was once again "playing chicken with the rain." I did encounter some drizzle on my way home, but I rather enjoyed it. Perhaps it was an after-effect of seeing seeing a bright autumn garden at the end of my ride this morning.
Great Britain has a longer, and more continuous, cycling tradition than what the US has. Cyclists continued to ride for recreation as well as transportation, even as automotive traffic increased from the 1950's onward. So, one might expect more enlightened thinking in Albion when it comes to bikeways and bike safety.
Turns out, England has--at least to hear the Brits tell it--plenty of poorly-conceived, designed and constructed bike lanes. There are enough such asphalt atrocities, in fact, that a book of them has been published.
I haven't cycled in the UK in a long time, so I can't comment on the authors' contention that the the Queen's land is criscrossed by monuments to ineptitude in design. However, if what I noticed when I was there is representative of the state of cycling and cycling lanes, I'd have to say that England has a situation that's similar to what we find in the US: The people who design bike lanes aren't cyclists themselves and are acting on their fears and stereotypes. And many cyclists don't want to speak out about how dangerous sme lanes are, because they are afraid of alienating the authorities with whom they cultivated cordial working relationship
Now I can't help but to wonder what the situation is like in other countries.
I always knew that finding a parking space in this town could be impossible.
There were no spaces on the street for this benighted bike, unfortunate umbrellla and maladjusted mop. So they all huddled in front of the window of a nail salon in my neighborhood.
I wonder: Is this good for business?
