I have now been cycling for 6-months and more often than not I'm loving it. Late 50's geezer recovering from a heart attack April 2013, a bit overweight and obviously unfit. I've now got my average speed up to 14 mph from a lowly 8 mph 6-months ago, but to be fair I was averaging 11 mph within a few small rides.
I hate climbing, but due to where i live there are no alternatives, but I do get get really jarred off at times with certain aspects of the sport:
1) The state of the roads in this area is an absolute disgrace. Car drivers complain of pot holed roads, which being a driver I fully endorse, however trying to cycle on these roads is a killer. I have wrecked 2 wheels due to crashing into deep potholes. I have nearly broken my wrist countless times due to the severe jarring, vibrating handlebars on roads where the tarmac has vanished in areas close to the kerb. This can cause cyclists to stray into the path of vehicles behind. I'm sick to death of people like Chris Boardman who is trying to take the fight to the government, it will never happen.
2) From my house I have to negotiate some of the busiest roads in the county, where cyclists either need to hide their brains and common sense, or try and detour onto some less busy lanes. These lanes are always well away from where you want to get to, but I admit to taking these long detours to get anywhere. I would love to leave my front door and go out for a day long run somewhere nice, and have a drink and bite to eat. Sadly I'm not brave enough to sit on the road with trucks and cars speeding past me constantly.
3) So-called cycle lanes are a joke and are never kept debris free (2 punctures) and many of them just end right into a busy highway, and most of them are on busy highway's.
So although I commend people like Chris Boardman, I find it all a bit silly because this country will never be Holland. There's no room for the number of cars and the amount of buildings mean more traffic in once quiet communities within the greenbelt. Cameron and the DfT just blow smoke up our arses.
I love cycling and will carry on cycling, but I may need to relocate somewhere where I can just upen my front gate and get out and about, without hoping I'll get back.
I hate climbing, but due to where i live there are no alternatives, but I do get get really jarred off at times with certain aspects of the sport:
1) The state of the roads in this area is an absolute disgrace. Car drivers complain of pot holed roads, which being a driver I fully endorse, however trying to cycle on these roads is a killer. I have wrecked 2 wheels due to crashing into deep potholes. I have nearly broken my wrist countless times due to the severe jarring, vibrating handlebars on roads where the tarmac has vanished in areas close to the kerb. This can cause cyclists to stray into the path of vehicles behind. I'm sick to death of people like Chris Boardman who is trying to take the fight to the government, it will never happen.
2) From my house I have to negotiate some of the busiest roads in the county, where cyclists either need to hide their brains and common sense, or try and detour onto some less busy lanes. These lanes are always well away from where you want to get to, but I admit to taking these long detours to get anywhere. I would love to leave my front door and go out for a day long run somewhere nice, and have a drink and bite to eat. Sadly I'm not brave enough to sit on the road with trucks and cars speeding past me constantly.
3) So-called cycle lanes are a joke and are never kept debris free (2 punctures) and many of them just end right into a busy highway, and most of them are on busy highway's.
So although I commend people like Chris Boardman, I find it all a bit silly because this country will never be Holland. There's no room for the number of cars and the amount of buildings mean more traffic in once quiet communities within the greenbelt. Cameron and the DfT just blow smoke up our arses.
I love cycling and will carry on cycling, but I may need to relocate somewhere where I can just upen my front gate and get out and about, without hoping I'll get back.