Let’s Face It, I’m No Yehuda
I’ve slowly become addicted to getting a daily dose of the comic strip, Yehuda Moon and The Kickstand Cyclery. It’s the story of two guys running a bike shop - each one of them representing opposite sides of cycledom. Joe, who seems to wear Lycra & ride head-down with a helmet perched on his bald head is sort of the boss, while Yehuda rides a Van Swinergen (sturdy & sensible to extremes), sitting bolt upright with a cap pulled down over his eyes and sees sandles as ideal bike footwear. Their friend, Fred, who’s the ghost of the shop’s previous owner (who was killed by a driver of a blue car in a hit-and-run) also makes regular appearances.
Anyway, I had a meeting on the other side of the river today, and as it was such a nice day AND I’m supposed to be resting up before the weekend’s race, I tried to cycle there like Yehuda would. Take it easy, look at the birds, take time to smell the flowers along the route. That sort of thing.
Because when it comes down to it, I really do believe that cycling IS something you should be able to do in ordinary clothes, and arrive at your destination without needing to be hosed down before you’re safe for ‘normal’ people to meet.
Except I just couldn’t do it. My speed kept on creeping up, I found myself constantly trying to outpace everything else on the road, and on the two occasions that I saw other bikes going the same way as me, I just had to overtake them. In short, all of the sort of knuckle-dragging behaviour of someone who’s only just passed their driving test, and still finds the sense of freedome so exciting that they just can’t hold back their enthusiasm. Except of course, I’m not like them, though maybe the separation isn’t as great as I’d thought.
Other news for the journey - I survived two Assassination Attempts while cycling up a one-mile stretch of road. A van from R&T Landscaping tried overtaking me when there were parked cars on the opposite side of the road. That would have been fine - apart from the oncoming traffic, which he only noticed once he’d pulled level with my front wheel (big screech of brakes). Less than a mile further on, a driver didn’t notice me in a right turn filter lane at a cross roads, and made a nice attempt to side-swipe me.
So then again - maybe wearing brightly coloured Lycra IS a good idea after all? Either than, or I’ve got to find a way of permanently disabling my Sturdy Commuting Bike’s Klingon cloaking device . . . . .
- Type: Cycle
- Date: 07/03/2008
- Time: 19:09:25
- Total Time: 1:50:00.00
- Distance: 26 miles
- Average Speed: 14.18 mph