Pedal on Parliament

All roads lead to Edinburgh this Sunday (19th May) for Pedal on Parliament (#POP2). The purpose of #POP2 is to raise the profile of cycling with our politicians, whether for sport, leisure or transport.  The Scottish Government want to increase the proportion of journeys taken by bicycle to 10% of all journeys yet there is lack of funding and a coherent strategy to achieve this target.

Pedal on Parliament has developed a list of demands to improve the experience of cycling in Scotland and in particular improve safety for cyclists and other road users. The demands are:

1. Proper funding for cycling.
2. Design cycling into Scotland’s roads.
3. Slower speeds where people live, work and play.
4. Integrate cycling into local transport strategies.
5. Improved road traffic law and enforcement.
6. Reduce the risk of HGVs to cyclists and pedestrians.
7. A strategic and joined-up programme of road user training.
8. Improved statistics supporting decision-making and policy.

Last year's event was attended by around 3000 people and this year organisers hope for an even greater turn out. I hope you can make it.

May the road rise to meet you and your ride be puncture free!

How I Got Back in the Saddle

I would like to say how easy it was for me to get back in the saddle but I don't want to mislead you. Like breaking most habits it required will power, a bloody minded determination to make it work. That and a plan.

This wasn't my first attempt at cycle commuting. I mentioned in my previous post the time that I attempted it but was put off by a combination of my physical condition and lack of peer support. On a few other occasions I have tried with slightly better success, but still not enough to fully make the transition to cycling as my main mode of transport.

Previous plans involved breaking myself in gently, cycling once a week for a few weeks then steadily increasing the frequency as I got fitter and more used to the traffic. Three weeks in a row was my record. It wasn't frequently enough to build fitness or, more importantly get comfortable with cycling in busy traffic.I found the traffic particularly stressful, sometimes not giving much space when overtaking or sitting behind me waiting for an opportunity to overtake with me not knowing if or when they would make a move.

One of the mistakes that I now realise I made was to take the same route the bus followed or that I would use when I drove and that is where the plan came in. After some careful planning and a bit of experimenting, I came up with a route on which only 1 mile from a total commute of almost 5 miles is on busy main roads.  The remainder of the route is on a mixture of quiet back streets, lanes (including one with a flight of steps), parks and dedicated cycle lanes separated from traffic.  The overall distance is slightly longer than the more direct routes and the steps are far from ideal but on the whole it feels safer and is less stressful. I will come back to this in future posts.

As I said in the introduction, will power was a big factor in getting started.  Rather than breaking myself in gently, I bit the bullet and cycled every day for a week. Then, despite the aches and pains and groaning muscles and regardless of the weather, the same the next week. I found it tough but I wanted to do it. Some days I really enjoyed it and I wondered if I was allowed this much fun going to work. Other days, when it was wet and windy it was less appealing and I thought instead about how much fossil fuels I wasn't using (and I thought about how little of a difference it would make with so many others driving) and wondered whether it was really worth it or just a futile gesture. I also tried to think about how much fitter and healthier I would become and how I would sleep better(I did) although I didn't feel fitter and the aches and pains weren't natural. But persevere I did and after two or three weeks it became second nature.

I would like to say that the rest is history but it hasn't been that easy.  After the clocks changed in the autumn I found myself cycling in darkness morning and evening.  Some of the routes through parks were no longer suitable forcing me to use fast busy roads again.  Nearly coming off the bike on an icy patch really dented my confidence for riding in all weathers and I've cut back cycling over the winter.

Spring is finally returning, bringing with it daylight and off road routes and its back to the start. I'll let you know how I get on.

The River Clyde from National Cycle Route N75

How I Fell off my Bike

Not literally but how I got out of the habit of using my bike to get about and couldn't get back into it. Think of it as an introduction to myself and my perspectives.

It happens to so many of us, that we regularly cycle as children then “grow” out of it as adults.
Until I left school I cycled everywhere: to school, to the shops, to my Saturday job, to the swimming baths and any other activities that were farther than a five minute walk.  During the holidays I would make 30 mile round trips to visit my grandparents or 70 mile round trips to the beach and occasional  longer trips over several days.  Time and distance were no barrier.

Then I learned to drive, meaning I could get places more quickly.  The trip to the beach would only take three quarters of an hour instead of almost three hours and I would have more time to paddle. Except that never happened because I didn't have a car; I kept cycling for a nearly year after passing my driving test.

My downfall wasn't the motor car but moving away to study.  For too many years I lived within five minutes walk of my college, the pub and the supermarket and ten minutes walk from the town centre and the railway station if I wanted to go further afield.  Everything was close and I didn't need to cycle.

Fast forward a few more years and I got a real job in the big city, but still living 10 minutes walk from the railway station with a good frequent service morning and evening, it never even crossed my mind to cycle, even though it was only 8 miles.  I had cycled into the city once but the traffic was very fast and busy and certainly not very inviting, especially coming into it after a lengthy break.

More recently, I moved to the big city, around five miles from work. There were fewer amenities close at hand but we did have a bus service. The bus could be unreliable so I did consider cycling and went as far as giving it a go. Not very successfully. I arrived at work drenched in sweat - the years without cycling had taken their toll on my fitness and it wasn't the most comfortable way spend a day in the office. My colleagues' predictions of near certain death were hardly the encouragement I needed.

To summarise, I initially stopped cycling due to a lack of need, walking was more convenient, but I didn't get back in to it due to a fear of heavy traffic, lack of fitness, discomfort and discouragement of my peers.  Some of this may be familiar to you, perhaps you started driving instead or using public transport.

In the next post, I'll describe how I managed overcome these obstacles and get back in the saddle. A journey I'm still making.

Photos: 

Top: Part of my first world tour of Scotland tackling some steep single track roads through the highlands.

Above: Later crossing the Forth Road Bridge on the same tour.