Newsletter for Spring 2004
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Editorial::
RoadPeace remembers the fallen
In the rough and tumble world of forty years ago, when the Beatles were four unknown lads touring Hamburg, life was simple for children. They played in the streets safely, watched over by neighbours. Girls played hopscotch, skipped, tied ropes to lampposts and made swings. As the seasons changed, boys piled up coats to make goals and chalked football, then tennis and later cricket markings on the roads. They all rode bikes and scooters, made go-carts and played conkers. Then came the car. Children were chased from the roads, streets and pavements. They were too noisy. "They might scratch the paintwork." Then as the numbers of cars increased it just became too dangerous. Sometimes too dangerous to cross the road, as double lines of parked cars stopped children crossing alone. They couldn’t see what was coming. They were too small. There were other hidden dangers, the danger of pollution and as that rose, so too did the incidence of childhood asthma. Now another problem, equally invidious, which will have a major impact on society in years to come, lack of exercise and the growing rise in obesity among young children. Over the ten years of its existence, Spokes has worked hard for the promotion of safe routes for cyclists and walkers both young and old. The young are particularly vulnerable. We have campaigned for Walking Buses. This idea has been taken up with great success by the KMG and Simon Dalby. But there is something that needs taking on as a matter of priority - SPEED and the opposition to speed cameras. |
There is a splenetic opposition to
speed cameras, fuel tax and anything which curtails the
"freedom" of motorists. Groups such as MAD-Motorists Against
Detection-who go round vandalising speed cameras have caused £6m damage
nationwide. They have even blown up speed cameras. London’s Green Deputy
Mayor Jenny Jones will be hanging "Remember Me" signs around
speed cameras as a reminder that they are put up in locations where people
have died.
The signs are produced by RoadPeace and are the first ever nation wide public acknowledgement for those killed or injured on the roads of Britain. Jones says, "Everytime someone from MAD vandalises a camera they are showing contempt for the people whose deaths led to the cameras being there in the first place. The MAD group is a mixture of maniacs and dinosaurs who put speed before life and metal before flesh. Road violence is the forgotten crime, and that even though there are more road deaths in London than murders committed, speeding laws have been watered down by the police." Remember every time MAD gets more freedom, we get less. When a child is murdered there is huge coverage in the media, yet year on year 3,500 people die on our roads and 37,000 are seriously injured, most unnoticed. Of those deaths, 200 are children. As Polly Toynbee wrote in a recent Guardian article, "That’s 13 Dunblanes a year." In Medway last year 28 male drivers between 18-29 were killed and 38 pedestrians killed or seriously injured. Most due to speed. It is a carnage that would not be acceptable in war, yet we have become inured to it. Why? Read Polly Toynbee’s article in full. Sam Webb |
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It’s Fridays every day with this lightweight - In 2002 veteran cyclists Margaret & Graham Day visited Canterbury from Australia. They came with their Bike Fridays. These come apart for traveling and fit into a special case which can be fitted with wheels and towed behind the bike on tour. This carries luggage. Have you ever wanted to ride off to tour and camp in far-away places with the greatest of ease? Have you ever wanted to shop at the market and carry everything home with the greatest of ease? Have you ever wanted the lightest nippiest bicycle in the world? Have you ever seen a tandem which could suddenly become a single as well? Have you ever seen a tandem which could easily become a triple as well? Have you ever ridden a tandem specially built so a 4 year old can pedal joyfully on the back with you? The answer is a Bike Friday, custom built to fit and guaranteed. These 10kg lightweights are sturdy and strong. These lightweights have standard components so any spares can be found in a good cycle shop. These lightweights can be hidden in a travel case or soft bag so nobody on a plane or train or coach knows you are travelling with a mobility aid. Nobody can refuse you access to transport with a disguised Bike Friday. So where have these ingeniously designed small wheelers been ridden? Everywhere. Over Australia's Nullarbor Plain, over the Spanish Pyrenees, over the Swiss Jura, over the hilly route of Nova Colli in Italy, up and down New Zealand's hills, along many rivers in Europe and North America, over rough and smooth roads, marathon trips up to 8000 kms long. Even along the Crab and Winkle route in Kent. In fact, anywhere. In Australia, people who own Bike Fridays gather for an annual wingding in autumn, when there are tall stories of travels in tantalising places, and apart from stories, there are long and short rides, fine foods to enjoy, coffee to be drunk and wines to sample. The Australian Bike Friday Club meets in South Australia in April this year, last year we met in Victoria, next year we shall be in New South Wales. Warning - cycling can improve your health, wealth and happiness. Margaret Day |
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Mandatory helmet Bill
set for Parliament - Eric Martlew,
Labour MP for Carlisle, is to put before the UK Parliament a Bill which
would make it illegal for under 16-year olds to cycle without wearing a
cycle helmet. Not only will this apply to roads but to any park, garden
or recreation ground where the public have access without payment.
The CTC says the Bill could much damage the prospects for success of the National Cycling Strategy Board's initiative to encourage cycling to school, and also the Government's new Active Communities project which seeks to double by the end of the decade the number of people taking regular exercise. Everywhere that cycle helmets have been made compulsory, cycle use has fallen dramatically, especially amongst younger people. |
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Paris to Brest and back - just
for the thrill of the ride - An old man
stands beside his bike at 2 a.m. on Tuesday. There are no buildings near.
He's ridden out to watch us pass. In towns and villages people clap and
cheer, at isolated houses they spill from front gardens inviting us to stop
for water, coffee, food; but this lone witness is silent, entranced, as if
we thousands streaming west in the first frantic hours of the great
adventure are ghosts conjured from memory.
In England people want a reason. "Is it for charity?" Here they're content to celebrate the nobility of our pointless endeavour. Labouring in the hot sun, the chill dawn, to come back to exactly where we started. They fly banners, hang derelict, flower-decked bikes in trees, urge us to pause and join festivities. "A glass of wine?" "No merci." "Just a small one?" "No merci." "OK, how about cider?" Two days later the fastest are already home and the great wave has thinned. In the small hours most pilgrims are catching heavy sleep, small knots of moving riders might be fifteen or twenty minutes apart, yet country folk still keep from their beds. What's the strange sound coming from a dark hedge? Just some scruffy young Breton playing her accordion to keep our spirits up. Their vigils surpass ours as they strive to wish "Courage" to every last lemming. The rider's optimistic reply is: "A deuxmil-sept." Maybe I won't live that long, won't have strength or motivation, and if I do what about 2011, 2015 and beyond? Triumph is always provisional only defeat is permanent. The true subject of any ride against the clock is mortality. Riders pass, spectators wither, but while there are pneumatic tyres and roads to roll them on the great tradition, the ordeal, will endure. Thursday, dawn, in the cafeteria at the Tinteniac control, fifty-some hours and 849 kilometres in, I draft a schedule to get home by 5 a.m. Friday, to put - for the first time - a number beginning with a figure seven on my souvenir medal. This means nothing, an old man's vanity; still after a breakfast of rice pudding and apple puree - baby-food for morale - and a short nap, I press on regardless. Arriving at Villaines la Juhel (1002 km) late that afternoon my feet are hot and beginning to hurt. The medical control, staffed mostly by well-groomed young women in close fitting jumpsuits, seems like a futuristic fantasy. I wanted a bowl of iced water, but in characteristic French style they prefer a technological solution and administer a prolonged dose from a can of cooling menthol spray which is very, very nice; especially on the soles. Patrick Field Reproduced with permission of Cycle, the magazine of CTC, the UK's national cyclists' organisation. Patrick Field's account appears in the Dec 03/Jan 04 issue as part of a feature on Paris-Brest-Paris. |
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Whilst I have no plans to write any more books about
cycling, it does seem that I can’t escape revolutions of one sort or
another entirely: on 29 January my study of the French revolutionary
Terror will be in the bookshops: The Terror, the Shadow of the
Guillotine. Enjoy.
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| Good news for Ashford cyclists - The Government has announced a £1.6m boost to promote cycling and walking in Ashford. Safe Routes to Schools figure high on the list. Ashford is proposed to expand its housing stock by 40,000 homes in the next ten years. | |||