Tag Archive for safety

Potting Potholes

What with the economy in the dumps, councils running out of money and the English weather doing its usual worst, our roads here in Sussex have been growing ever rougher and more potholed with each passing week – and from what I gather much the same can be said for most other parts of Britain…

A Day To Remember

Not to want to tempt fate or anything, but the thought came to me this morning that it has been sixteen years to the day since the last time I came a cropper on my bicycle. Yes, indeedy, it was on this date in 1997 that I went flying over the handlebars of my bicycle…

On Running Reds

I like to think of myself as a fairly law-abiding citizen on my bicycle, although I must admit that when I am heading out of town at 4:30am I have been known to shoot through the deserted intersection at the bottom of our hill against the light. I just cannot see the point of standing…

The Knog Gekko – A Handy Little Light

As I dragged my jet-lagged self out the door early this darkened morning to go for my ride I found myself grateful for a nifty piece of kit called a Knog Gekko – a rubbery, gummy little LED light you can snap on your handlebar at a moment’s notice – think rubber band – and…

The War On Britain’s Roads

Sometimes I think that for a journalist I am appallingly uninformed. Apparently there is – and has been for some time now – a war raging on Britain’s roads, with motorists and cyclists engaged in a bitter Darwinian struggle for possession of the pavement. I’d no idea things were that bad. To be sure, I’ve…

There but for The Grace of God

I rode past the scene this morning of a very nasty accident that took place a week ago on Bexhill Road – a collision involving a truck and a cyclist, in which the cyclist was killed. It happened at about seven o’clock in the morning, on a bright clear day and along a straight stretch…

What Colour is Your Parachute?

When I read that Oscar-winner actor Gene Hackman took a tumble off his bicycle while riding helmet-less through the streets of a Florida city I knew it would only be a matter of time – hours in these days of instant communication – before his bare-headed state became a focal point in the wearying and…