More hogwash from the Hogg... A well-know Grauniad-based cyclist-hater of years back, he's been very quiet of late (I wondered if Rusbridger had quietly gagged him).
Not any more, it seems.
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Well, I know Brighton pretty well (he, presumably, was only there because of some political beano or other). Such 'infrastructure' as exists in the city (and there is plenty of it) is laughable. I never use it: the roads will do for me. That 'top speed' he refers to is a scientific impossibility. Any cyclist who wants to go on the apologies for cycle paths has to be slow. Slower than me. And that means real slow.
The point is, he goes on at great length about the worst in cyclists - which we all know does exist. Not a whisper about the best in cyclists - which we all know exists too. Not a word about the sheer pleasure of cycling which makes so many people choose it. Not a word about the thousands - maybe millions - of perfectly ordinary cyclists who blend perfectly with the rest of society....
Of course you will say, he's one of many, so what? This bothers me because he's the Guardian's pet columnist - and, for my sins, I'm a Guardian reader ...
Not any more, it seems.
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(*sigh*) words fail me...✒ I've often thought that some cyclists are trying – and failing – to deal with their hostility against the world. The ones who nearly run you down then swear at you for getting in their way, for example.
Brighton has a fine cycle path that runs the length of the prom, and people ride down it at top speed, yelling at anyone who dares cross it on their way to or from the beach. One woman bellowed "cycle path!" (so near to "psychopath") as I walked past when I wasn't even on the wretched strip. It's not so much "get out of my way" as "get out of my sight". For some, the very existence of a legal pathway is a challenge, and plenty of cyclists speed down the promenade anyway, aiming for – then just missing – old people, mothers with pushchairs, toddlers, government ministers and so forth
Well, I know Brighton pretty well (he, presumably, was only there because of some political beano or other). Such 'infrastructure' as exists in the city (and there is plenty of it) is laughable. I never use it: the roads will do for me. That 'top speed' he refers to is a scientific impossibility. Any cyclist who wants to go on the apologies for cycle paths has to be slow. Slower than me. And that means real slow.
The point is, he goes on at great length about the worst in cyclists - which we all know does exist. Not a whisper about the best in cyclists - which we all know exists too. Not a word about the sheer pleasure of cycling which makes so many people choose it. Not a word about the thousands - maybe millions - of perfectly ordinary cyclists who blend perfectly with the rest of society....
Of course you will say, he's one of many, so what? This bothers me because he's the Guardian's pet columnist - and, for my sins, I'm a Guardian reader ...