At this juncture, I feel I should admit something: I love to drive. Perhaps that’s not the most endearing thing to confess in a cycling-centric blog post but there it is. Ever since I passed that awful test twelve-ish years ago, I’ve driven pretty much everywhere – picking up family, friends and neighbours along the way, partly for the excuse … Read More
Different strokes
I’m terrified of water. I’m not just aquaphobic, I’m also aquaphobic by proxy. I can’t watch – or even think of – other people struggling in water without breaking out in a sweat in which I could, ironically, drown. (Incidentally, I’m just as frightened of ironic drownings.) Whenever a soap starlet or Hollywood hero finds themselves in deeper water than … Read More
The walls have fears…
Strangely, I spent twenty minutes recently reading graffiti in a ladies’ toilet. Rest assured, there was no fibre-deficient reason for me hanging around a much-disinfected university cubicle on a Wednesday afternoon and, while I’m an avid reader, I’m not normally so captivate by the eyeliner-scrawled Joanie loves Chachis that I’ll brave the ecosystem of a public lavvy for longer than … Read More
Bikeability: cycling (with bells on)
So far, my cycling progression – much like my cycling itself – has been slow, wobbly and completely aimless. I’ve pedalled, steered and braked in all the wrong order, injuring both my pride and my limbs along the way. Somehow though, one thing has characterised the entire journey since first I touched a bike last September – for the brief … Read More