Fixie Dash To The Irishman’s
The Irishman’s moving house this weekend, so I pitched in today for a couple of hours to help shift the bulky / heavy stuff. I was originally going to drive there, but two factors made me change my mind:
- It was just a beautiful morning. Why on earth would anyone want to sit inside a metal box on wheels on a day like this?
- I was trying to get to The Irishman’s flat in Newcastle during the peak of the morning rush hour. Driving would take 40 minutes, or cycling about 35 minutes.
It was a pretty easy choice really, wasn’t it? I rode Trixie The Fixie rather than my race bike because Trixie has mtb pedals, which means shoes with recessed cleats that I could keep on while playing at being Mr Shifter.
The Irishman had hired a Ford Transit for the moving weekend, and I have to say I was seriously disappointed in his driving style in this:
- He used his indicators at all junctions
- He waved other drivers out of junctions
- On one road which was too narrow for two vehicles, he reversed to let another van through
- He missed several opportunities to crowd cyclists off the road
- He didn’t even leer out of the window gesturing & grunting at any of the summer-dressed women we passed
In short none of the bahaviour we’ve come to expect from drivers of anonymous vans on our street 
Workout:
- Type: Cycle
- Date: 05/02/2008
- Time: 22:25:01
- Total Time: 00:35:00.00
- Distance: 10 miles
- Average Speed: 17.14 mph
