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An irrational hatred of traffic lights

Friday, July 2nd, 2010

On the A3 near Kingston-upon-Thames, there is a pedestrian footbridge that crosses the road. When following the cycle lane down from Tibbet’s Corner, if I want to turn right up Kingston Hill I used to have two choices: charge across three lanes of A-road when the coast was clear, or carry my bike over the bridge. But there has recently been added, a pelican crossing.

I used it once. Stopped my bike, pushed the button and waited for those three lanes to come to a standstill before cycling my merry way across the road.

THREE LANES of traffic on a major London thoroughfare during rush hour stopped to allow me passage across a road over which there spans a bridge. That was the first time I used it and, I hope, the last. How can I justify delaying so many people simply because I am too lazy to carry my bike up and down some steps?

And since then I’ve been accruing an irrational hatred towards traffic lights. I am a good boy, generally, and obey the Highway Code so often find myself, stationary on my bike, staring at a red light, listening to the bleep of the Green Man and watching an empty crossing – the pedestrian protagonist having nipped across the road at a quiet moment before the lights changed colour. Could you not have waited 30 seconds for that gap instead of pushing the button and halting everyone else?

Or I sit in traffic watching someone stand idly at the side of the road waiting for those lights to change when they could just as easily have walked through. Why make everyone stop and slow traffic further when it was barely moving before?

I don’t like the fact that some people can be too lazy to walk around or wait for a quiet moment. I don’t like the fact that road users are too focused on getting somewhere that they don’t let pedestrians cross. I don’t like the fact that I would have to sometimes include myself in those previous two statements and I don’t like the fact that they have installed a pelican crossing on the A3 when there was already a bridge.

Oh, I know that these things are necessary! That old ladies cannot lug heavy bikes over bridges, that it’s safer to follow the Green Man than walk out into traffic, that the crossing was probably put there to let horse riders get from Wimbledon Common to Richmond Park and I know that traffic flow, cities, life and the world in general would not function without a carefully coordinated set of coloured lights. But isn’t it just a tiny little bit sad that we need them?

Wouldn’t it just be nicer if drivers and cyclists would pause a moment to let people cross the road without a light bulb instructing them to do so? Would not the world be a better place if people took the effort to walk around, over or through the roads rather than enforce stasis on everyone else for their 7-seconds of crossing? Wouldn’t it be just plain great if people did things of their own accord, because they wanted to and not because they had to?

Wouldn’t it be great if we didn’t need traffic lights?

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Vote tomorrow, but not for yourself

Wednesday, May 5th, 2010

Tomorrow our country goes to the polls to decide who will lead the country and I’m taking a moment out of my day’s cycling and my website’s expedition updates to write about something I’ve been thinking about these past few days.

I hope that whatever your views, you will be voting tomorrow. To not do so would be a great shame and a sqaundering of your right to a voice. But I’d ask you first to think carefully about the reasons for your decision before you do so.

On TV, a typical interview with a member of the public during the build up to the election might go something like this:

Interviewer: “Who will you be voting for on May 6th?”
Member of public: “Well I am an *Insert profession/demographic* and I’ll be voting for Party X because they offer me better benefits/tax reliefs/rights”

The reporter nods knowingly and uses this as an example of the reasons certain groups of the population might vote in a given way. But why should our primary motivation in choosing our vote be what is most beneficial to us personally?

Your vote, in my opinion, should not be solely for your benefit. We are voting for our country’s leadership and should consider what is right and what is best for the entire population, not just ourselves.

If a political party were started that offered great benefits to those of an adventurous persuasion (don’t get any ideas Dave), it’s highly unlikely that I’d be moved to give them my vote because that is a very narrow platform for policies. Equally, if an otherwise extremist party were offering you a high salary simply for being you, then I’m sure you wouldn’t vote for them either; your opinion of their other policies not swayed by the simple offer of money.

Now, I am sure that there are many people for whom the election of a particular party could make their lives very difficult and thus provides strong reason to vote for an alternative. I couldn’t pretend to know the situations of so many other people and if that is the case then it, of course, paints a different picture. But for the rest of us, are the minor benefits or detractions we may receive as a result of a different group in charge really reason enough to justify our vote? Or do the wider issues and their effects on the wider world outweigh them?

There are no doubt, too, many people who will cast votes to benefit their cohort of society because they have a better understanding of it through being a part of it and thus feel that it is important that they are represented. Everyone has different views and experiences and it is right that these be reflected in their decision. That is the beauty of the sytem and to vote on that premise is, for me, an entirely valid justification but should not be confused with selecting a vote simply because it will benefit them.

Telling people how to vote is rarely appropriate and to do so on this blog would be a gross tangent from its purpose. But I have chosen to write about it for this simple reason: It strikes me as hugely sad to think that anyone would be casting their vote, a vote which influences the entire country and more still, solely on the basis of what is best for them as an individual. It is too important a decision, too great a responsibility and too big a moment for selfishness.

So go out tomorrow and vote. But not for yourself.

 

Day 9 (4th May)

  • Distance so far: 280 miles
  • Quote of the day: “Is that man cycling around the world?” son to his dad, “Won’t it take him a long time on that?”

I’m currently cycling a rickshaw 1000 miles from Aviemore back to London in support of Special Olympics Great Britain. Find out where I am on the map, track my statistics or donate here.

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9 Ways in Which I’ve Suffered for My Art

Friday, April 9th, 2010

It ain’t easy this life of mine, y’know. Sure, it’s all fun and games on the blog but I’d like to take this opportunity to illustrate to you just how tough it can be doing what I do.

Here are some of the recent pains that I have had to endure for my art (and it is art):

  1. Cracked my head on the ceiling, bounding down the stairs to answer the phone to what turned out to be an Olympian who wants to join my South Pole trip
  2. Been woken up with Man Flu just before midnight on Christmas Eve by a phone call from Antarctica (though they did sing to me)
  3. Eaten too many biscuits and become hugely obese
  4. Been pushed to my “aerobic max” whilst training for my Mile
  5. Had an office I was temping in laugh at me for producing a business card
  6. Damn near broke my neck through my commitment to washboard abs whilst trying to conduct a phone call balancing on my Swiss ball
  7. Forced to sleep in a bush 300 yards from my house and jump in the Thames on my lunchbreak just to prove a point
  8. Dressed up as Santa Claus and cycled an electric bike around London to promote it for cash (OK, this wasn’t suffering, it was comedy!)
  9. Ran through two miles of snow and several groups of revellers at 9pm on New Year’s Eve to send a press release about some girls arriving at some Pole (again, less suffering than fun)

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Who is Bob?

Monday, March 29th, 2010

Bob is evidence that the Good Samaritan is more than a fable

Bob is the reason I get up in the morning

Bob is my personal trainer

Bob is what Nietzsche never had

Bob is the cause of ants in my pants, the mountain from the mole hill, my moment of epiphany

Bob was my Scandinavian team mate

Bob’s weight is the cause of others’ bemusement

Bob will undoubtedly cause complications with my back in later life

Bob is the heavier, more gainly, less beautiful of two siblings

Bob is the ugly duckling

Bob is my steed, my accomplice, my ally

Bob is the Beast of Burden

Bob is my bike

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8 strange situations in which I’ve found myself wearing lycra

Friday, March 26th, 2010

I like cycling and I like lycra but I appreciate that there are some situations in which it is not the most appropriate attire. The problem is, I don’t always have time to change.

Here is a list of some odd places and situations in which I’ve recently found myself lycra-clad.

For easy visualisation (which I think is what you’ll all be after) I’ve marked which were surreptitious (i.e. concealed under real clothes) and which were blatant (i.e. very little of me concealed at all).

  1. In a meeting with a BBC Editor at White City (surreptitious)
  2. Dinner date where I forgot to bring any trousers (blatant – though not too bad once my legs were under the table)
  3. Three separate job interviews (both)
  4. Pitching my rickshaw idea to Special Olympics GB (surreptitious – and I managed to change in the loos halfway through)
  5. All night long whilst freezing my ass off in Norway
  6. Discussing big plans over tea with Sarah Outen (surreptitious)
  7. At a Saturday evening carvery, splattered in mud fresh from the trail (blatant)
  8. All day at work on the more than one occasion that I forgot a change of underwear (surreptitious)

Anyone else get caught out in the shiny stuff?

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