The End of the Affair

Like many passionate love affairs, my son’s with his pedal bike turned out to be brief.

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A short statement last week has left his Islabike languishing by the washing machine in the utility room: “I ride my balance bike Mummy”

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Ironically getting a three year old to tell you ‘why’ they don’t want to do something is a frustrating business (unless of course it fits into the ‘it is yucky!’ category of reasons that is mainly reserved for green vegetables). Gentle cross examination has so far resulted in these responses:

“Mummy, I am good on my balance bike” and “Mummy, I don’t fall off my balance bike” and something along the lines of “you talk too much”. Which leads me suspect that he doesn’t enjoy my constant commentary that has accompanied all of his pavement pedalling:

“Keep pedalling! Mind the people! Look where you are going! Keep pedalling! Steer around the dog/toddler/postman! Keep pedalling!”

You get the picture. If I don’t provide this ‘encouragement’ he gets distracted, stops pedalling and the bike keels over, thankfully with only damage to my confidence as an enabling parent. Whilst he can ‘ride’ his Islabike he’s clearly not confident or able to combine this with managing the complex set of interactions and manoeuvres that come with negotiating a journey on the pavements of our busy little town.

Hopefully some day in the coming months he’ll pick up his pedal bicycle again and realise it is his one true love after all (after his Mummy, obviously). Until then the balance bike is back in commission, sending the pedestrian’s of Dunbar fleeing in terror as he swoops around their ankles..

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Getting from the gate to the goats..

Thrilled by my son’s newly acquired pedal power, and feeling confident after our initial adventure to a local cafe with friends, I felt we could get to East Links Family Park on four wheels (six if you count the trailer) without inviting disaster. It is just less than three miles from our house and Husband was on standby at home, dealing with unending DIY, in case of mechanical failure or histrionics from either cyclist..

Actually getting out of the door is the first barrier, as our cheap and cheerful double trailer doesn’t fit through the doorway onto the steet in the normal way; this means I have to  drag it on its side through the door or assemble it on the pavement in front of an audience. Neither is elegant, although at least assembling in the courtyard and dragging it through the door means no-one sees how long it takes me to fit two wheels to a trailer..

Finding the fossilised remains of the repeatedly requested ham sandwich from our last outing in the trailer reminded me to learn from my mistakes, so I prepared a round of ham and cheese sandwiches to fend off unnecessary complaining. If only everything in my life could be placated with a savoury snack.

The next challenge was attaching the new Islabike to the trailer, which was solved by a bungee cord from the Dunbar Pound Shop and my own ingenuity (I don’t have much of this so was very pleased with the result).

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And then we were off! We had covered less than a mile when it transpired that I have created a backseat cyclist; behind me I heard a shout from the trailer ‘use your brakes Mummy, so you can slow down’. At least it shows that he’s listening to me, even if he ignores all the advice.

Halfway through our journey I decanted the Islabike and rider onto the lovely path behind Belhaven Bay, which forms part of NCN route 76, to admire the view and get some pedalling done. I confess I parked my bike to allow me to ‘run and hover’ beside my son as the path was icy and I’m a risk adverse control freak mother. He’s also slightly too short to mount and dismount with ease so we practised using the brakes and tilting the bike to help him get on and off without falling.

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Back on the trailer, Islabike safely hitched, we went on our way and emerged back onto the main road. Here there is only fading paint, and the hope that drivers will show some restraint, to keep us safe. I noticed the need for car drivers to park outside their houses is prioritised over the safety of active travellers. I’m no road engineer but I suspect something could be done to improve this:

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Arriving at East Links on this sunny, crisp and beautiful day it was sad to see that we were the only bikes parked outside. Admittedly their cycle parking was rudimentary, but it probably isn’t the primary factor in preventing families from cycling there. Travelling home I felt the ever present spectre of slightly irritated car drivers pressing us to move faster or move over (I can’t do faster and there is only so ‘over’ you can do on a narrow road with a wide trailer) before accelerating past us. It makes me shudder to think that our lives are so often in other people’s hands.

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But, as always, the pleasure of the journey outweighed the challenges. Instead of a few minutes in the car, we spent a lovely couple of hours together, my son improving his co-ordination and balance whilst I was again awestruck by the loveliness of where we are privileged to live. And I got to fondle a whole load of gorgeous goats.

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It’s a pedal bicycle!

As expected, it was hard to tell which of us was more excited as a little red Islabike was uncovered from its excessively large wrapping bag on Christmas morning. Half an hour later the residents of Epsom and Ewell were treated to a spectacular display of cycling skill, if they were quick enough to see it as our son sped by..

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Despite managing a pre-school cycling project, I hadn’t actually thought about how I was going to help our would be cyclist to move from his balance bike to his pedal bike. Thankfully I am a woman so I read the instructions that came with the Islabike; they suggested holding onto his jacket to provide some support, without interferring with his balance. This worked well and allowed me to encourage him to keep peddling, looking and steering until I was told to ‘be quiet Mummy!’ closely followed by ‘let go Mummy!’.

Then you just sort of ‘run and hover’, as demostrated here by my incredulous (and soon to be exhausted) father, to try and anticipate collisions and your child disappearing from view.

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So, there you have it – from balance bike to pedal bike in 2 months. If only we could manage the same feat with toilet training..

Taking the lane (to the end of the road) with a three year old

“I want to ride my bike with Mummy!”

My son is nothing if not direct and ‘want’ forms a high proportion of the verbs in his sentences at the moment. I blame his genetic heritage (the Danish bit, obviously).

This particular ‘want’ I had anticipated as soon as he could propel himself at speed on his balance bike. “I very faster” he shouts and then I either have to run to keep up with him or vainly shout ‘wait for Mummy!’, ‘mind the people!’ and ‘STOP!’ at intervals as I see him disappear into the distance, pedestrians jumping out of the way.

If you have been terrorised by a speeding, cycling toddler in East Lothian recently I can only apologise – I rely greatly on the kindness and understanding of strangers at the moment.

After a prelimary ride to the woods it became evident that the logistics of riding my bike whilst he rides his are not straightforward if I want to end up with the same number of living people at the end of the experience as we started with.

To get out of our street you have to do one of the following:

1. Ride on the pavement with your child – demonstrated here by my Husband. This requires an immunity to tutting from pedestrians. (You could also push your bike, but this results in the same situation as walking or running).

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2. Ride on the road whilst your child rides on the pavement. This requires the superhuman ability to repel parked cars, driveways, side roads and a child that doesn’t shriek “ride in the road with Mummy!” before launching into the road.

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Unfortunately there are only 20 metres of road in East Lothian that don’t have a line of parked cars along them:

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This next manoeuvre prevented me from seeing my son for a few seconds. Turned out that was a few seconds longer than my comfort zone:

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3. Convince your child to do this multi-modal approach until you can decant them onto a path that you feel is appropriate for their ability. This requires a selection of illicit snacks and a hefty packed lunch to tempt a bike loving toddler to get back into the trailer.

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4. I couldn’t think of anything else

Our lovely friends Kim and Ulli helped us with our first multi-modal excursion to a local cafe as I was a little apprehensive about getting a puncture/the toddler throwing a tantrum/being incapacitated by too much cake or a combination of those hazards. You can find Kim’s thoughts on our adventure here. Be warned: if you are a planner in East Lothian, it’s not a glowing appraisal of the cycling infrastructure that we found on our journey!

It looks like this will be the only lane we take together anytime soon..

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All I want for Christmas…

Dear MSPs

It’s around this time of year that millions of hopeful little people will be writing careful notes to a mystical being in the hope of a Christmas miracle. Thanks to Spokes there is a reasonable chance that you will be at the receiving end of some anguished letters in the next few days too.

Scotland is set to enjoy a small windfall (£213million – peanuts round our way..) thanks to the Barnet Consequentials. I would like that funding spent on something meaningful that will provide a legacy of wealth, health and happiness. Yes, dear MSPs, please spend it on Space for Cycling. If you don’t know what I’m talking about here is a rough guide.

I want to live in a Scotland that invests in our biggest asset: that’s the people of Scotland. Providing communities with the opportunity to travel actively will bring benefits to everyone – a reduction in congestion, better physical and mental health, reduced spending on chronic health conditions caused by inactivity and reduced carbon emissions. Oh yes – and it makes people happy. Just ask my three year old..

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So please bring some Christmas cheer to Scotland and ask for the funds to be spent on cycling. If you can’t think what exactly to spend the money on I understand that Sustrans will be able to help you shop around for something perfect to suit every area of Scotland.

You’ll be welcome here for mince pies and sherry if you make my festive wish come true.

Lots of love from a family in Dunbar

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Zoom! A cyclist is born…

Apart from the 15 minutes tantrum in the community centre cafe, (MUUMMMMYYY I WANNNTTTTT CAKKKEEEEEE!!!!) Monday was a glorious day: a new cyclist* was born.

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It’s been a long time coming, to be honest, and parental expectations have been running high since I bought the Puky balance bike on the recommendation of the local bike shop this time last year, having read a huge number of contradictory online reviews and wondering if I was a neglectful parent for not wanting to spend over £100 on a tiny bike without pedals.

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Cheapskate that I am, I ordered the larger size in anticipation of 2 cm growth in height during 2014 that failed to materialise – until this weekend. This is yet another of my #CyclingParentFails, which would be useful if I was planning a second child to put into practice all my learning experiences. I’m not planning this second child so I hope someone, somewhere, can learn something from it all this ineptitude.

As I raced along the wide pavement beside my son it occurred to me, yet again, that Dunbar is a great place to bring up children. I’m not sure the pedestrians would have been quite so indulgent had we been doing this where we used to live in Edinburgh. Even before colliding with a pedestrian you would have to steer around the piles of vomit and then negociate the street sleepers and ferocious dogs.

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However, to reduce the potential onset of cyclist-pedestrian conflict on the High Street I steered my learner into the local community woodland for his first off-road experience. And this is what I mainly saw:

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As my lovely boy joyfully embraced his new independence I reflected on how hard it is to let go, to let the most precious aspect of your life ‘zoom’ into the unknown, even if at the moment it is just a few meters ahead of you and something that you longed to see.

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*I’m aware this word isn’t everyone’s favourite, but ‘person on a bike’ just doesn’t sound right to me when the person isn’t quite 3.

The Bike Mom Summit

I’ve found cycle shop heaven! Behold Firth and Wilson, purveyors of cargo bikes and cycling apparel.

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Unfortunately it’s in Philadelphia, several thousand miles from where I currently live. But, that aside, it’s truly the most glorious of places and everyone should go and buy something there as soon as possible.  

Unknown to them, Firth and Wilson were the official starting point of the first International Bike Mom Summit and the delegates (me, Megan (Kidical Mass DC), Marni and Dena (Kidical Mass Philadelphia) plus seven of our children and my husband)) were soon rampaging round the shop, fiddling with everything and blocking the doorway.. 

My family arrived early to try out the various cargo bike options. My son liked the look of this elegant, wooden Babboe, but my husband preferred the look of the robust straps of the Gazelle. Both bikes were surprisingly stable, comfortable and rather like cycling a well upholstered armchair but the Gazelle won the security prize and was duly rented.

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Some time later we all managed to ride off in a cargo bike convoy, causing gasps of admiration as we went (I think that’s what it was anyway)…

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I’d already carried out some non-academic study (drinking a glass of wine in a pavement cafe) of cycling provision the night before so between that and the rides between the park and museum I noted the following:

Buffered cycle lanes – they are not alternative parking bays people!

Philadelphia has 11 miles of buffered cycle lanes, which unfortunately some people see as 11 miles worth of additional parking opportunities. These FedEx and UPS drivers were very lucky not to be put on the naughty step for forcing our convoy into the road.

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Cycling parking for the family bike

As a first time user of a cargo bike I hadn’t thought about the parking implications because I’ve seen so many of them happily accommodated in Copenhagen. However, in Philadelphia it wasn’t exactly ‘park where we want to‘, more ‘park where we’ll fit and the children won’t get run over’. Cycle parking needs to be as inclusive as the bikes and the route (saying ‘everyone is welcome’ doesn’t make a ride inclusive by the way..).

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Give Mom A Bike Lane! 

Dena was keen to show me ‘the protected cycle lane’. Yes, the one. Here it is in the distance:

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I’m sure it’s lovely but it wasn’t entirely helpful as we wanted to go in the opposite direction. Looking at the fast moving traffic in the direction we wanted to go we opted for radical law breaking and used the pavement:

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Despite the above, Philadelphia is a lovely, compact and ridable city. Drivers seemed relaxed and courteous and I generally felt remarkably safe cycling through the city with my son in the Gazelle. The buffered bike lanes and clear sharrows gave me a sense that we were welcome to ‘share the road’ even if they wouldn’t actually protect us. 

 

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Protection or Paint?

Philadelphia is trying out green paint to indicate potential conflict zones but we also saw a number of entirely green painted lanes. I would rather they saved the paint and flipped the bike lane over so that we could ride inside the parking zone and out of the dooring zone…

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Never mind Penny in Yo Pants, I want to get my Bike on the Bus!

My amazing friend Jo invented Penny in Yo’ Pants  at the first CycleHack as the perfect solution to a problem faced by many female cyclists. I’m not particularly in need of it myself as I really don’t care who sees my underwear (half the medical profession in Edinburgh watched me give birth so displaying my knickers to the general public holds no fear for me). However I’m going to ask Jo to look at bikes on buses in Scotland at the next Cyclehack as there must be something peculiar to the UK that stops us doing what every other civilised country manages – providing a couple of cycle spaces on buses. The fear of a damaged bike, an ill child, terrible weather and an unexpected purchase can all prevent parents cycling with their children unless there is a ‘back up plan’. A bus that will take you, your child(ren) and your bike looks like a great back up plan to me..

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Bike Moms of the World Unite!

Many thanks to Dena, Megan and Marni for a superb day of cycling and (half) conversations!

I love you guys!

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Motor City is moving on..

There’s no denying Detroit has seen some hard times over the past few years. The world has seen plenty of photos like this; abandoned homes in a semi-urban wasteland.

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But there is another Detroit that is surfacing – vibrant, sustainable and ready to help move the Motor City into a thriving future.

News of my arrival in Detroit was greeted with complete silence so I couldn’t entice any local cycle activists to show me around. Undeterred, I rented a Detroit Bike company bike from Wheelhouse Detroit and peddled off along the Riverfront

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This accessible, family friendly space is a fantastic resource, providing a backdrop for arts outreach and conservation as well as a great view of Canada.

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Detroit does water features very well (check out the one at the airport) and the spurting shoots on the Riverfront did a great trade in entertaining small children.

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Just off the Riverfront I found the The Dequindre Cut, which is 1.5 miles of shared pathway, using the route of an old railway line to provide access to the communities off the path. Although it was curiously deserted on the Monday afternoon I was there I suspect it’s well used.

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Alas, like many cities, once you’re back out on the streets, the provision is pretty poor; painted lines that encourage ‘dooring’ and fading sharrows that made me feel rather exposed (The chap I spoke to at Wheelhouse didn’t think the lack of on-street infrastructure was problematic as there were so few cars..)

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Detroit has some powerful friends and local businessman Dan Gilbert is doing his bit to share the cycle love in the city by installing a Zagster bikes share for users and employees of his companies across Detroit. There were bikes in front of our hotel* in Greektown and in several other locations we saw on just a short stroll.

* provided by our amazing friends Rana and Randy, who are doing a superb job of making Michigan the most desirable place to holiday in the USA..

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The main attraction of the day was the Slow Roll – an initiative from Detroit Bike City. Slow Roll is attracting 2000 – 3000 people on bikes every Monday night through the summer months and is without doubt the most amazing spectacle of joyful cycling I have ever seen. Move over Copenhagen with your vacuum cleaner mentality, Detroit is showing the world what a beautiful, crazy, individual thing a bicycle can be.

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Slow Roll isn’t Critical Mass on tranquillisers. It’s well organised with a clear route and volunteers (#The Squad) to encourage courteous behaviour and maintain an upbeat, friendly atmosphere. No politics, no bike waving, no punching cab drivers..

The diversity of people (and pets) was incredible – nervous looking people in helmets, gorgeous people, hipsters, MAMILs, teenage girls, older groups of ladies, children in seats and on bikes, huge men on trikes laden with sound systems..

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We rode out of the brights lights of Greektown and we were soon on roads that wouldn’t be out of place in an apocalypse film. But the gaggles of waving, cheering children made the streets come alive, as did the streams of cyclists in their technicolor splendour.

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As a community worker I know that people find out who they are and what they want in the most difficult times. A city that can attract over 2000 people to a bike ride every week is a force to be reckoned with.

A T-shirt I saw on Monday night sums up this extraordinary city to me:

‘Detroit is being the change it wants to see’. Amen to that one sister.

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Badass cycling in New York City

As I looked out the cab window late last Tuesday night I wondered at the wisdom of my decision to arrange a ‘cycle infrastructure safari’ later in the week with a New York cycle activist. From what I could see there was no infrastructure, all the motorists were demented and it wasn’t entirely clear which side of the road I should be cycling on. You would need to be one badass* (can you tell I’ve never used this word before?) cyclist to get on these streets..

Enter Liz Patek – she is completely awesome*, volunteers with several sustainable transport advocacy organisations in New York and documents people on bikes in New York through her blog and Flickr.

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Liz had generously offered to show me the good, the bad and the ugly infrastructure of the city. After two exploding tyres and a long conversation with a man in the bike shop (who couldn’t quite believe that we intended to cycle in *gasp* dresses) we hit the streets (well, the Riverside cycle path).

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I confess I already knew there had to be some cycle infrastructure as I’d seen the Streetfilms coverage of the 9th Avenue on-street bike parking. And here it is, in all its glory – increasing local trade without increasing pollution or congestion

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Unlike the jerks* that had parked in the bike lane just past the cycle parking. They were causing pollution, congestion and danger to cyclists. I’m not sure they felt too slighted by us stopping, taking photos of them and loudly disapproving in their direction but one can only hope.

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Liz is an extraordinary source of knowledge about the development of the cycle infrastructure of NYC. I’m unable to do it credit due to my pea-sized brain so what follows is a mash-up of observation and conversation (with the caveat that all mistakes and moronic statements are mine):

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I admit the ‘bitch’ addition was from a car driver, but the start of the comment was made several times by our fellow bicyclists*. Dutch inspired style cycle lanes don’t necessarily create Dutch style riding, it turns out. For me cycling is more than a method of getting somewhere quickly and conveniently. It’s an opportunity to chat to a companion, enjoy the scenery and sometimes stop and take a photo. Unfortunately it seems that quite a few New Yorkers aren’t of the same disposition and were somewhat frustrated by our pootling side by side. Some of this frustration is caused by the peculiarly narrow cycle lanes themselves; someone in the public works department needs to get their ruler checked before too many more of these get painted. Conflict between cyclists and pedestrians should be designed out and a thick white line just doesn’t do the job required here. Neither does the bidirectional path, which wasn’t working out well for the poor annoyed people held up by two chattering women standing around taking photos.

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Perhaps Meg Hillier may be onto something with designated pootle lanes – it could be what’s needed for tourists and the sweat adverse in all major cities and would relieve the frenzied natives that are thinking of their Strava segments.

Playing the political game

Cycle infrastructure doesn’t appear by magic. Love or loathe it, someone, usually a team of someones, has worked long and hard to get it there. From what I understand, the New York advocacy organisations are working towards a shared understanding with the planners to prioritise transport routes across the city. This requires negotiating with area committees that aren’t quite ready to embrace cycling in their neighbourhood and can be a frustrating long game that’s not wholly understood by everyone who has an interest in seeing the jigsaw of cycle provision put together.

Signage – just do it already!

I’m particularly poor at reading maps but I can manage a signpost just fine if it’s instructive enough. Perhaps it’s all part of a plan to maintain cycling at low levels but keeping fantastic paths secret seems perverse.. please New York: build it and people will come, but only if you tell them it’s there.

Citibikes – unleashing people on bikes into the wild, helmet less and free..

It’s glorious to see the Citibikes spread across the city, attracting people across age, gender and ethnicity with some groups taking to social media to demand the scheme is extended. The Guardian did a great ‘day in the life’ report recently which captures the varied users. 

It’s better by bike..

Last time I was in New York I explored by foot, and I didn’t exactly fall in love with the hot, dirty, congested streets. This time, on two wheels, everything was different. 

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My enormous thanks go to Liz for taking the time out of her busy schedule to show me the sights of this developing city landscape. 

 

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*see, been here a week and talking like a native already. Next week I’ll be all elevator, trunk, sidewalk and groceries.

 

 

 

 

 

School run mum – give her a hug, she’ll probably need it..

Sustrans are lovely people, but their Bike to School Week story last week, headed ‘School run costs parents £2 billion’ would have made me cross if I hadn’t been too tired for that level of emotion.

I’m not sure if this sort of news story is supposed to make parents think ‘Wow, I didn’t realise that we could save money by leaving the car at home – let’s do it and start cycling instead!’. I suspect it’s a clever ploy to get ‘cycling parent activists’ to write furious blog posts about how the Government should invest in cycle infrastructure to enable active travel for everyone (and probably to get everyone to support the great Sustrans #safertoschool campaign).  Because, quite frankly, does anyone drive their child to school or nursery for entertainment?

Sustrans Scotland do a ‘Hands Up’ survey each year in schools to assess the levels of active travel (that’s walking, cycling and scooting to you) to school. In Scotland last year 44% usually walked, 3.5% normally cycled and 21% were driven (an additional 19% used the bus; the numerically astute should look up what I’ve missed out). But perhaps we need a ‘Hands Up’ survey for parents too? I would suggest the following questions:

  • Hands up the parents that drive their child to school, go home and watch Jeremy Kyle? (No, really, not that many of you?)
  • Hands up the parents that drive their child to school, then continue their journey on to work? (Ah yes, this choice is clearly more popular.)
  • Hands up the parents that do the above because: 1) there is no public transport that won’t take two hours, 2) there is no safe* route to cycle to school and then onto work, and/or 3) they live too far to cycle to work because house prices or rurality mean that many parents commute miles to their workplace or they don’t have a fixed workplace. (Almost a full house on that one.)

*By that I mean ‘segregated’ or protected cycle path that allows parents and children to cycle together, separated physically from the motor traffic.

I could add a question about the train connections and their viability for getting anyone anywhere in Scotland at a sensible time for work, but I covered that particular personal frustration here.

I might ask a couple of additional questions for the female parents:

  • Hands Up if it is you who always does the school run because: 1) your male partner earns more than you and his job is therefore more ‘important’ so he can’t do the school run, and/or 2) you do carework / shiftwork / are low paid so that means you have very little flexibility in your working hours. (Some uncomfortable hands hovering here..)

On the days I’m doing the nursery run (and I don’t do it any more than my husband because I married a God Amongst Men who actually does 50% of everything), it’s a miracle if I manage to get to work by 9 am in an unstained state. This is not because I Iaid in bed til 8 am thinking about how to style my hair, it’s because getting a small child into an appropriate state to leave the house is a test of endurance. For those without children, or those who are simply better parents than me please imagine the following:

Me: Can you eat your breakfast please?

Child: No

(Child runs from table and into bathroom, declaring ‘my toilet’ – various toilet related activities then commence)

Me: Right, we need to get dressed – can you put your trousers on please?

Child: No

(Child runs from his bedroom into our bedroom, climbs into bed and declares he is now ‘sleeping’ – which is particularly infuriating as he demanded ‘Up Mummy!’ at 6 am)

Me: Time for teeth cleaning!

Child: Cuddles!

(Child wraps arms around my neck in attempt to foil my attempt to maintain his oral hygiene)

And so on until we are both dressed, teeth brushed and breakfasted (it’s the breakfasting part that creates the stains I mentioned, just in case you were worried about the toileting part).

Quite frankly I can be in a fraught state before I even leave the house. According to this article the stress is only just starting at this point..

Every day parents make decisions about how to juggle work and family life. Some choose the car because it’s quicker and cheaper than the alternatives and some because there is no alternative. (And yes, perhaps a few just love their cars.) I’m sure we’d all love to save the £642 a year and spend it on something else, like an installment on a lovely Urban Arrow but until there is an environment to use one (and park it safely) I fear many parents will go on choosing to splash the cash on petrol.

So next time you see a slightly stained School Run Mum, give her a hug, make her a cup of tea and then ask the Government to fund some decent protected cycle routes and create a more equal society so we can all walk or cycle to school and work. Then perhaps Sustrans will be able to pick on someone else less tired..