• Why aren’t the authorities and the LCC telling people to stop cycling on Bow Roundabout?

    In four years of running Cycle Lifestyle magazine I have resisted the urge to comment whenever a cyclist is killed in the capital. I find it crass that newspapers and campaign groups all converge on the news, like in one of those feeding frenzies shown on David Attenborough's Blue Planet. Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd.

    And nothing attracts a crowd like ill-thought out, rhetorical nonsense.

    Cycle Superhighways are ill-thought, rhetorical nonsense dressed up as policy. Most people, including most cyclists, are wary of cycling on main roads. So TfL pandered to the fears of everyone by daubing blue paint along a handful of the capital’s biggest, most salient main roads.

    Never mind whether those roads, with lorries and buses and cars hurtling along them, were actually made safe by the blue lines, or whether there were alternative cycle routes that could have been made more accessible.

    Keep it simple and sensational and the media will gather round.

    So too, it seems, will the cycle campaigners. The London Cycling Campaign is, in effect, calling for the continuation and expansion of the Cycle Superhighways policy (no surprises there: the LCC is partly funded by the government) by imposing cycle facilities, albeit better ones, onto more main roads and major junctions in London.

    Never mind whether this dream is remotely feasible in practice. Never mind how the economy is supposed to function when the capital’s motor arteries have been attenuated by cycling infrastructure.

    Keep it simple and sensational and the media will gather round.

    Why aren’t the authorities and the LCC telling cyclists to stop cycling on Bow Roundabout (at least until suitable infrastructure improvements are made, assuming they can be made at such a complex traffic interchange)? Is it because neither the government nor the campaigners can admit that their ideas have been wrong? Is it because the greater the ongoing ‘conflict’ between motorists and cyclists in the capital, the more government officials and cycle campaigners need our money to fix things?

    I’ve never been to Bow, but when I’m cycling I take the backstreets so as to avoid massive, potentially dangerous roads and roundabouts. If I can’t avoid them, I dismount and use the pavement.

    I want to help all cyclists avoid the worst areas for cycling in London. So Cycle Lifestyle is calling for a Tube-style ‘London Cycle Map’ showing a network of signed cycle routes on quieter streets or on main roads and major junctions that have already been provisioned properly for cyclists, enabling cyclists to get safely from anywhere to anywhere in the capital by following a few trails of colour. The whole project would cost a fraction of the Superhighways scheme, but that doesn't mean that future cycle developments on main roads should never been an option, simply that the priority for these developments, where they are possible at all, should be making the routes on the network more direct.

    A London Cycle Map doesn’t sound simple or sensational. But its results would be.


  • Tunnel vision

    The BBC has reported that TfL is advising Tube users not to use the Northern Line between Tooting Bec and Clapham North from 8am to 8.45am. Apparently commuters are having to wait two or three trains before getting on, due to congestion. People could try walking or cycling instead, Tfl has advised.

    Does it strike anyone else as strange that people should need government advice on something as straightforward as taking a healthy, uplifting short walk or cycle ride each day rather than sitting on a Tube train which, even in the best of times, labours through a stuffy, claustrophobic tunnel and is rammed with stressed-out commuters?

    I consider conditions on the London Underground to be a humanitarian issue which is awaiting its time for public attention and action. But if the Tube, at least in its current form, is a grim relic that deserves to be consigned to history, then why do people persist in using it, when they could be cruising through the streets on a bicycle or e-bike? Are Londoners masochists?

    I’ve got a few theories. I think the difficulty of navigating by bike in the capital makes people scared that they’ll stray onto main roads and into heavy traffic when cycling. A Tube-style London Cycle Map showing a network of safer, quieter signed backstreet routes would instantly solve this problem, and get people off the Tube and onto their bikes.

    Yet regular Londoners aren’t exactly clamouring for a London Cycle Map. They seem resigned to their underground fate. What’s going on?

    Psychologists have identified a simple mechanism whereby a person can become trapped in a dysfunctional relationship. Any relationship that causes stress and uncertainty, and inconsistently gives support, can dampen a person’s confidence so much that they don’t even have the confidence to make a change.

    I often think of this when I see ashen-faced commuters scanning disrupted train timetables so anxiously that they are unable to contemplate an alternative way of travelling.

    If TfL really wanted to wean people off disempowering trains and onto liberating bicycles, they could inform commuters every day, not just at exceptional times, of the benefits of cycling. They could, for instance, supply copies of Cycle Lifestyle at every Tube station. We asked TfL to do this, and they declined. I guess there’s more money to made from the freesheets that are supplied on the Tube – freesheets that are full of bad news (often, indeed, about cycling) and mind-destroying celebrity nonsense all of which further dampens people’s impetus for positive change.

  • In praise of overtrousers

    Judging by the amount that British people moan about it, you’d think rain was some sort of chronic misfortune inflicted upon the country by malevolent cosmic forces, rather than an inevitable part of the ecosystem in a green and pleasant land.

    And as for cycling in the rain, this strikes most people as unmentionably ludicrous. The other day when I told someone I had arrived by bicycle in the rain, they looked at me like I was some sort of weather masochist.

    Fair enough, getting wet and cold isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. But it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to work out that you don’t have to get wet and cold while cycling. Just as the lowly umbrella saves Britain’s walkers from wetbumageddon, a humble pair of overtrousers completely nullifies wet weather.

    To state the bleedin’ unobvious, if you want to stay dry while cycling, you just stick overtrousers on over your trousers, put a raincoat on, get on a bike and ride.

    I bought my overtrousers for £20. They’re ‘breathable’ – which basically means I don’t get too hot while I’m wearing them – and they slip easily over my shoes.

    So while other people are scurrying along the footpath peering under the rim of a dripping umbrella, or sitting in a massive traffic jam staring at their car’s windscreen wipers, I get to enjoy the beauty of cycling in the rain: the brooding sky, shop windows like stained glass, and black rivers flowing down the street. 

  • Classic New Bike on the Block

    Keeping up the Friday theme of old favourites, here's Gareth's Jenkins's first ever 'New Bike on the Block' column, from Cycle Lifestyle issue 2. If you're in a public place, beware: this is laugh-out-loud funny... 

    Cold winds and flapping tracksuit bottoms meant I recently bought my first pair of black cycling leggings.

    Now I am not one to dive in without researching a product first, so I can report that Men’s Fitness magazine says that black leggings improve aerodynamics and keep the heat in… which is all well and good, but what everyone wants to know is: will they look good?

    I am one of those people who for some reason find it extremely embarrassing to try things on in a shop before I buy them, especially things that could potentially leave people in the changing rooms sniggering behind their curtain as you “model” your new purchase. I once thought I could pull off a Trilby Hat and a lady almost passed out from laughing so hard.

    So trying on skin-tight Lycra was just not a consideration. Instead I decided I’d have to just ask the guy in the shop about leggings (a personal first for me). He advised that if you have a bit of a belly you should buy the ones that strap over your shoulders like a leotard. His words, not mine... “like a leotard”, he said.

    I shuddered and asked for the “Not in any way like a leotard ones” and he passed them over. I noted that even they had elastic bits that strap under the feet like the trousers my little sister wore in the ’80s. I sighed heavily and shook my head as I handed over the cash.

    The first test was a cold, brisk day and I slid my new leggings over my shivering legs. Then, with all the masculinity I could muster, I fed my tippy-toes through the elastic foot straps and wondered whether Robin Hood felt as stupid as I did wearing tights. It also struck me that the cold weather could potentially bring another small issue to the fore. These leggings should come with a glass case with a rolled up sock inside it saying “In case of Shrinkage, Break Glass, then Stuff”.

    As I hit the trail to work, I sliced through the air like an arrow and felt out in the elements yet snug and warm. I have to admit I enjoyed wearing my leggings and I started to wonder whether me taking up cycling had unexpectedly lead to some personal issues I’ve never before considered.

    By half an hour in, I was feeling like a Tour de France pro as I stood up to pedal and sprint forward when a red light turned to green. But my exhilaration quickly turned to confusion as I felt a draft from the stern. My previously insulated behind had given way to a huge Dagenham Smile.

    Imagine the scene if you will. You’re on a packed bus in Leyton. Its 7:30am. You’re tired and miserable cos it’s Monday. The bus is quiet and hot. You haven’t even been able to pick up a newspaper this morning. Suddenly the silence and monotony is broken by a teenager banging on the window and laughing with his mate. As the bus slowly overtakes it rolls past the wobbly figure of a 31 year-old man wearing thick gloves and trying to wrestle his leggings back up. “His bum’s hanging out! OI MATE, YOUR BUM’S HANGING OUT!! HA HA HA!” The forlorn figure gestures and waves pathetically to hide his humiliation as the bus passes him. 

    In a nutshell, I hadn’t given enough thought to the leotard.

    Another thing I hadn’t given enough thought to is the fact that a bus travelling at an average speed of 30mph whilst stopping sporadically at Bus Stops on the Lea Bridge Road can overtake a cyclist travelling at about 12mph around five times, thus ensuring that the cyclist can be reminded that his arse fell out of his trousers by teenagers on a further four occasions.

    I doubt anyone has done a parachute up as tight as I tightened the waist chord of my leggings for the trip back. But to wear a leotard? A unitard? Jeggings? A mankini? Leggings are enough of a guilty pleasure for me, and I strongly recommend them.

    Well – for the time being at least. Coming soon to a store near you… “Gentleman’s Cycling Braces”. They come with a pipe, a monocle and a maintained sense of dignity.

  • I saw the signs: the National Cycle Network and its lessons for London.

    To borrow a saying of Bill Bryson’s: if you’ve never ridden on the National Cycle Network, do it now. Take my bike. It’s wonderful. 

    The National Cycle Network is a set of connected cycle routes, either off-road or on quiet roads, providing extensive coverage of Britain via some of our island’s most stunning scenery. 

    Expertly conceived by Sustainable Transport charity Sustrans, the network is equipped with signs showing cyclists how to follow the routes. The signs take all the hassle out of navigating. Rather than planning and noting down numerous turn-rights and turn-lefts before you go, you can just remember a few route numbers and follow the signs.

    Recently, I met with Daniel James Paterson, a volunteer ‘Sustrans Ranger’. Daniel rides out every couple of weeks on a stretch of National Cycle Network near Cambridge, to check that the route is functioning properly – that the road surface isn’t damaged and there are no other obstacles blocking the route, and that the signs are in good repair and visible, e.g. not obscured by overgrown bushes. I joined Daniel on his rounds, so I could get a flavour of the work he does. We covered 50 miles.  

    I was impressed and warmed by Daniel’s conscientiousness. When we encountered a junction at which it wasn’t entirely clear how to follow the route, Daniel spent 20 minutes riding up and down the road, to establish the best position to put up a new sign where it would be most visible and helpful. Most signs on the network are simply stickers affixed to lampposts or other roadside furniture, so almost the entire network, in all its vastness, has been created and maintained efficiently, unobtrusively and cheaply by people like Daniel. There is a helpful online map of the routes which backs up the work being done on the streets.

    I am particularly fascinated by the National Cycle Network, and its dedicated Rangers, because I think this system shows how easily a similar London Cycle Network could be fashioned.

    The raw material already exists in the capital. Over the last 30-odd years, around 2000 kilometres of generally safe and quiet London Cycle Network were created by previous governments. The problem is, the network is woefully signed and mapped. In map form, the network is an incomprehensible squiggle; on the streets, the signs are correspondingly incomprehensible or non-existent.

    Simon Parker has come up with a magnificent plan for making the London Cycle Network easier to understand and use. His Tube-style ‘London Cycle Map’ re-imagines the network as a series of long, straight, parallel coloured routes, transecting the capital in all directions. Using Parker’s map, you could get from anywhere to anywhere in the capital, by remembering just a few of these coloured routes and where to change from one to the other – just like catching the Tube.

    Well, you could if there were signs on the streets. With a few London Cycle Network Rangers and a few stickers, the network could be up and running within a matter of days. Sure, many of the streets and junctions on the London Cycle Network currently only have rudimentary cycling infrastructure – and road-markings, not just signs, would be useful too – but even a minimally functioning network on mostly safer streets would be better than the status quo. Faced with the task of navigating in a bewildering metropolis, many Londoners currently end up cycling on the busiest main roads. Or, worse, the thought of those main roads puts people off cycling altogether. This universal focus on main roads is reflected in well-meaning but utterly unrealistic calls for the capital’s main roads, as a rule, to be redesigned for cyclists, and in the government’s expensive but not exactly reassuring Cycle Superhighways which consist of trails of blue paint daubed along major motor transport arteries.

    Earlier this year, Sustrans launched its very promising ‘Connect London’ campaign, calling for a capital-wide network of quiet cycle routes (albeit curiously downplaying the existing London Cycle Network). The sincerity of the campaign cannot be doubted given Sustrans’ previous accomplishments with the wonderful National Cycle Network. But Connect London seemingly lacked detail from the start. In particular, no plan was specified as to how the routes on a usable network of cycle routes in the capital would be organised (e.g. numbered? coloured? named?) and signed. Since then, an online map has been compiled; but in its current state this proposed map doesn't seem to be much of an improvement on the old London Cycle Network squiggle.

    I’ve no doubt Sustrans are making further plans and that practical results will follow soon. If you’re reading this, Sustrans, I urge you to adopt Simon Parker’s brilliant London Cycle Map as the blueprint for mapping and signing a completed London Cycle Network. And do keep up the good work.

    Find out more:

    100 Reasons for a London Cycle Map



  • Cycling jokes (and a cat)

    Let’s face it, cyclists sometimes take themselves a bit too seriously. The knowledge that you’re making a choice that’s good for the community can often spill over into righteousness.

    Perhaps we need to remind ourselves that ‘the power of example is that it is exemplary, not declarative, much less declamatory’, as the genius Theodore Dalrymple put it.

    Or perhaps we just need to tell a few cycling jokes. Here are a few half-decent ones I’ve gleaned from the internet, including the requisite picture of a cat (don’t shoot the messenger):

    The other day I was riding my bike down a narrow, twisting, mountain road. A driver approaching very slowly up the hill started beeping his horn and yelling at me. “PIG! PIG!!” he shouted, “PIG! PIG!!” Naturally, I shouted back something unrepeatable. Then I turned the corner and promptly collided with a pig.

    A tandem rider is stopped by a police car. “What have I done, officer?” asks the rider. “Perhaps you didn't notice sir, but your wife fell off your bike half a mile back”. “Oh, thank God for that”, says the rider, “I thought I'd gone deaf!”

    “I've really had it with my dog,” said a guy to his neighbour. “He'll chase anyone on a bicycle”. “Hmmm, that is a problem”, said the neighbour, “What are you thinking of doing about it?” “I guess the only answer is to confiscate his bike.”

    A pedestrian stepped off the curb and into the road without looking and promptly got knocked flat by a passing cyclist. “You were really lucky there,” said the cyclist. “What on earth are you talking about! That really hurt!” said the pedestrian, rubbing his head. “Well, usually I drive a bus,” the cyclist replied.

  • A good bike is crucial, but not necessarily expensive

    I wonder how many adults revisit cycling but give up after only one attempt because they went out on a substandard bike. Perhaps they pumped up the tyres and tightened the brakes on an old clunker in the shed, then, after the ride, felt as knackered as the bike.

    I don’t want to sound like a member of the Lycra brigade, but a decent bicycle really is a must if you want to get the most out of taking up cycling again.

    You’re bound to feel tired after that first go, but with a good bicycle your fitness will rapidly improve to the point when you’re full of energy each time you ride. On a poor quality-bike (“a bicycle-shaped object”, as a shop assistant once dryly put it to me) you’ll feel like you’re treading water, or running uphill, every time.

    That doesn’t mean you need to spend a lot of money. You might be surprised to hear that I’ve never spent more than £300 on a bike (being the editor of Cycle Lifestyle is not the most remunerative job in the world). I bought a new bike a few years ago but it got nicked, so I decided, from then on, I would economise by buying secondhand bikes instead.

    The first I bought (for £100) was sadly inferior to my previous bike, to the point when it took me much longer to get anywhere, and some of my enjoyment was sucked out of cycling. I assumed this was just the way it goes when you buy a used bike, but out of curiosity, I tried out another secondhand bike for the same price. The difference was unbelievable, like riding with the wind behind me rather than in front. Same price, totally different experience. It makes me sad to think of all the newbie cyclists who would have given up, disillusioned, after riding that first used bike I bought.

    So how are you supposed to know if a secondhand bike is decent or not? Try out a few, so you can compare them. Even better, ask an experienced cycling friend to come along to the shop with you. If they’re like any of the cyclists I know, they’ll be delighted to help.

    Get the right bike and you’ll feel like you’re flying. 

  • Obliviousness

    Have you noticed how oblivious people are to their surroundings these days? (Now there’s a telling question: be careful how you answer!)

    Well, I’ve noticed it, and it is especially noticeable when cycling.

    People seem to be in their own little worlds. Drivers have this glazed look in their eyes. Pedestrians have a thousand yard stare. Even other cyclists often seem to have blinkers on.

    Perhaps there are some practical explanations for all this. Technology has a lot to answer for. Pedestrians and cyclists – and even drivers – are often texting or making a phone call as they go. Or they’re wearing earphones, which in my opinion is especially stupid when cycling.

    But I wonder if there is another, more subtle, factor involved. People don’t seem to value awareness anymore. Rather than open themselves up to the world, they want to shut themselves away. Maybe 24 hour (bad) news has made people anxious, and they want to forget about reality.

    Maybe, for the same reason, people don’t trust each other anymore, and so they want to forget they are part of a community. I find it especially sad when I stop for someone at a zebra crossing, or let someone go first, and they don’t say ‘thank you’. It’s as though they have forgotten that there could be such a thing as a benevolent gesture from another person. Or maybe they’ve just got no manners themselves.

    Or maybe they think they’re in one big video game, or in a film where they’re the star, with the soundtrack blaring in their ears. Technology probably changes people's attitudes, too.

    Whatever the explanation, obliviousness is all around. Look out for it – not least because if other road users aren’t being careful enough, you need to be even more alert when cycling. 

  • Classic Peddler #1

    One of the things I particularly enjoy about editing Cycle Lifestyle magazine is reading Adam Copeland's column 'The Peddler' and Gareth Jenkins's column 'New Bike on The Block'. In their own different ways, these guys both crack me up with their irreverant tales of cycling in London and beyond. I thought it would be fun (and, yes, labour-saving) to ressurrect some of these old columns, for newcomers to the magazine. First up, the first ever Peddler, from way back in 2009 (the original can be read here).

    The Peddler #1, by Adam Copeland

    Let me start with a confession. After all, this column is all about the secret thoughts of a cyclist. Thoughts you’re free to think away from the filth and fug of public transport; thoughts that come to you as you explore the secrets of London; thoughts you have (if you happened to cycle through Peckham last Tuesday) when you see a pigeon trapped in a wig shop and wonder how easy it is to get bird poo out of a cornrow.

    Anyway, that confession. Here goes: I once cycled straight into a lamp-post because I couldn’t work out the pros and cons involved in going to the left of it or going to the right of it. Neither option seemed better. The closer I got to it, the harder the debate became. In the end, I effectively crashed into my own indecision.

    With that in mind, I tend to play games in my head where I force myself to make snap decisions. You have to swap bikes with one of the next three cyclists. Which will it be? You’re allowed one free house on this street. This one or that one? You have to pick a wife from the women at this bus stop. Can you avoid the one that looks alarmingly like your own mum?

    In fact, there’s a whole game to be made of that particular sport. Basically it involves allocating a street at the start of your journey, then choosing a spouse from the people you see there. You’re only allowed one (that’s more of a law than a rule, really), you cannot change your mind, and you probably shouldn’t tell the lucky stranger the good news.

    So that’s vaguely misogynistic indecision covered. Sadly, I recently discovered another thought I should have kept to myself. It involves rubbish, swimming trunks and fists, and it goes like this:

    As I peddled past the Oval one morning, a driver overtook me in a van and threw some rubbish out of his window. All my indecision was gone: this was without doubt a Bad Thing. It was a time for action.

    I cycled up to his open window, and, like the wise leader of a fierce but slightly smug army, shook my head disapprovingly. I wanted to give him a littering epiphany, to fundamentally change him from the sort of person who drops rubbish willy nilly, into the sort of person who definitely doesn’t because he will forever have flashbacks of the dreadful stare that once pierced his soul near the Oval.

    Instead, he just told me to ‘clear off’ (but sexually). “What’s your problem, anyway?” he asked. Foolishly, I decided to get to the heart of the issue: “I just don’t really like it when people drop rubbish.”

    This didn’t go down well. He thought for a moment, and then announced that I “look like a f*!?ing ****”. While I didn’t much care for his language, I had to admit he had a point – I was wearing swimming trunks and boots. (There were two reasons for this: 1. I thought it was going to rain but didn’t have space in my bag for extra shoes. 2. I am indeed a f*!?ing ****.)

    Anyway, things were about to get worse. He had opened his door and decided he’d like to continue our conversation face to face. Using fists. I had nowhere to go. This was it. I was going to be murdered in Vauxhall, simply for being right about rubbish.

    Then suddenly, I was saved – the lights changed and the traffic moved. We were off – he to rant to LBC about the cycling Stasi taking over our streets, and me to choose a stranger at a bus stop who looks like she wouldn’t mind marrying a terrified weirdo in swimming trunks.

  • Home of the world’s biggest cycle race, yet where are all the cycle commuters?

    Richard McBurney is a London resident who has been living in Cape Town for around a year and a half. In this fascinating guest blog, he describes the enormous potential for cycling in South Africa’s second biggest city.

    Every March the Cape Argus cycle tour rolls into Cape Town, South Africa. It’s the world’s largest individually timed road race with over 35,000 cyclists taking part. Roads are closed and cyclists dominate the city and peninsula. This is a complete contrast to the rest of the year when cyclists are a rare sight in the city centre.

    The Cape Argus is an amazing 110km route, starting in the centre of Cape Town then snaking out of the city past the magnificent Table Mountain National Park and along the coast roads of the peninsula. Having taken part on two occasions I can see why this tour attracts so many South Africans and cyclists from all over the world. It has a truly special atmosphere and is a well-managed event. Clearly Cape Town as host to the Argus has a love of cycling.

    My wife and I moved to Cape Town almost 2 years ago. Moving from London and regularly commuting by bike we brought our bikes with us. Yet our bikes seem to be spending far too much time in our store room reserved for weekends. Our main means of transport is now the car, backed up by a scooter. We’ve found ourselves questioning this: what’s changed? We live the same distance from the office here in Cape Town as we did in London. The weather is better, the scenery much better. So why are there so few cycle commuters in Cape Town? 

    It’s a fact that cycling is considered to be faster than driving for distances up to five kilometres, which incidentally is the distance between the centre of Cape Town and many surrounding neighbourhoods such as Sea Point, Gardens and Bantry Bay. This is ideal for many people to cycle to work, yet I only know two friends that commute by bike more than twice a week. In my office of 20 people, many of whom live within the magic five km radius, not one arrives by bike. In the city a cyclist is a rare sight; I’ve found that cycling appears to be mainly for sport and competition. It’s almost frowned upon to be cycling without donning a full lycra body suit and clipping into the latest carbon fibre racer!

    By way of an explanation, my initial thoughts are that it’s more than just a lack of cycle lanes and a lack of good public transport. Safety is a big concern here – the drivers are pretty wild. Being knocked off or even having your bike stolen en route is a valid concern. Geography is a factor, as Cape Town sits in a bowl below Table Mountain. Although the city centre is reasonably flat there are some pretty steep hills on one side that require Chris Hoy-sized thighs to pedal up! There are also issues such as ensuring that the correct facilities are provided for cyclists in the workplace – no showers or storage facilities would certainly put people off. It could also be a cultural thing – a love of the car, or an attitude whereby travel by alternative means such as cycling and walking is reserved for the poor, i.e. those that cannot afford a car. Car travel is still seen by many as the safest and preferred mode of transport. Unfortunately this love of the car coupled with a route from the garage to indoor office parking does create a lack of interaction at street level. In some areas there is a lack of public transport. In my area the streets are lined with bus stops, and people looking out wearily for the number 9 that is yet to arrive! The bus infrastructure has been built but the buses only run in certain areas. Minibus taxis are cheap and regular although they come with safety concerns and a stigma that they are the “poor man’s” transport.

    This is a complex city in its diverse population, history and location. Apartheid has created a split in the areas that different groups of people live in, and its spatial legacy remains. In simple terms, Apartheid law meant that some Capetonian residents were forced out of their homes in the city centre and relocated to informal settlements (townships) 15km out of the city centre. Whites remained within areas close to the city centre. The physical distance between informal settlements, for example Guguletu and Khayelitsha, has served to separate the mass black population from economic opportunities, with the only practical means of transport being minibus taxi, or slow, old trains. It may be too far to regularly commute by bike for many, but with the addition of cycling infrastructure, or some sort of bike and bus combination, or even electric bikes, I wonder if this could make a progressive change for so many township residents. With much of the poorer population living on the periphery of the city and largely unable to afford private vehicles, many people in Cape Town and across South Africa are deprived of access to opportunities. Cycling presents a more affordable way for people to increase their mobility and access more of those opportunities.

    The full explanation of  why there is a lack of cycle commuting in Cape Town is complex. But, looking ahead, what can a city like Cape Town do to encourage more people to discover the many benefits of commuting by bike? There are a number of encouraging signs that change is on the way.

    The Cape Town Bicycle Map’. in print since 2011, is now available online in both website and smart phone editions. This map illustrates suitable cycling routes, secure places to leave your bike and the locations of bike-friendly businesses.

    ‘Commuting Friday’, is an incentive to use non-motorised transport. Bike-friendly coffee shops and cafes are offering reduced price coffees or a 5% discount on breakfast if you have cycled to the venue.

    ‘Moonlight mass’ is a casual night bicycle ride under a full moon once a month. Inaugurated as a social experiment on Twitter, the ride has been gaining popularity, and attracting hundreds of riders, which is helping to raise awareness of cycling in the city.

    ‘Up Cycles’ is Cape Town's first drop-and-go bike rental company. With two sites along the seafront, cyclists can enjoy a casual ride from just outside the city centre to the beaches of Clifton and Camps Bay. With reasonably low prices (about £3 per hour) this is a great way to encourage cycling, although more for leisure than commuting.

    ‘The Big Ride in’, first envisioned by the founders of the Cape Argus cycle tour, is inclusive of any type of non-motorised transport, and promotes the use of the cycle lanes along the west coast, linking the city centre to the suburbs. The West Coast bicycle lane has been a success, although there have been some problems with bicycle access to trains and buses, to help link journeys. However, folding bikes are allowed access at all times and can be rented.

    Finally, the Pedal Power Association has run an awareness campaign, handing out car bumper stickers reminding drivers to give cyclists more road space.

    All these schemes demonstrate that change is in the air, and cycling is gaining in popularity. Many of the benefits of cycling are well-documented and are the same for all cities, such as reducing congestion  and pollution, and providing cheaper travel. In my opinion, the benefits for Cape Town would be so much more extensive. The streets would become safer, as well as more interactive, vibrant and liveable, and many people would access opportunities that are currently out of reach. I’m hopeful that , with the introduction of more cycle lanes and the rising popularity of cycling for more than recreational use, Cape Town has a bright future on two wheels.

    If you would like to be a guest blogger on cyclelifestyle.co.uk, please get in touch on info@cyclelifestyle.co.uk - we'd be delighted to hear from you.


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