After watching the video above the other day over at David Hembrow’s blog I realised our version of the school run is quite civilised in comparison.
It starts off on a supposedly traffic calmed 20mph street which would be quiet apart from parents dropping off their kids at nursery and then using the street as an unofficial park and ride facility, making it more and more chaotic as further parents hunt for parking spaces.
The next bit is through what should be some quiet residential roads, except at school time they become rat runs with cars hurtling through at 40mph. One of the upsides of the recession has been the closure of the private school, which means we no longer have to run the gauntlet of the RangeRovers and Porche Cayenne’s double parked on the roundabout and crossing the road is much easier and safer!
Anyway through all this eldest daughter cycles on the pavement and I ride next to her on the road.
We continue this arrangement onto the main road - a bus route and in the last 12 months a rat run for HGV’s (which is clearly a result of increased sat-nav usage)
Eldest daughter likes her independence so usually deviates from the path to ride through the church car park.
I cant see her for a while until we meet at the other side.
At this point the cars parked at the side of the road usually increases to the point where I can’t see her properly and she doesn’t like it so I join her on the pavement.
There are a few side roads to cross which at school time are busy with parents trying to park. Usually we start to see quite a few other kids cycling at this point.
Heading down the hill is very congested with loads of kids and their parents walking, scooting and cycling on a narrow pavement. The road is usually backed up with cars at a standstill queuing to get to the roundabout.
School pickup time is a slightly different affair. Youngest daughter likes to go and pick up big sister on her balance bike, but this takes time…
I’ve got something in my welly…
have you got “baby”?
are you sure?
look I’ve found something…
Wow! It’s a stick!
Ok Ok I’m going…
Look a bus!
And so on…
And so on…
Eventually we get there
I’m sure she only wants to show the big kids she can do it too!
As promised, to celebrate 2 years of Sheffield Cycle Chic.
With thanks to the people of Sheffield, without you this wouldn’t have been possible!
Keep on riding in style :-)
Youngest daughter made her first cycle trip in the snow the other day on her balance bike.
Halfway down the road she fell off, so eldest daughter had a go.
but it wasn’t long before she was ready to give it another go!
10 Good Reasons for Playing Out
Yes, it’s the lesser spotted teenage girl on a bike - an extremely rare species in britain and thought to be almost extinct!
From the archives of the BFI:
“Few child stars have managed to maintain such a varied career into adulthood as Cheggers (aka Keith Chegwin). Did Elizabeth Taylor end up on Naked Jungle (2000) or harassing GMTV viewers with cheques for £10k at the crack of dawn? No she didn’t.
A very young Cheggers started his career in a clutch of comic capers for the Children’s Film Foundation. He even turned up as Martin Shaw’s son in Polanski’s Macbeth (1971). After various episodes of The Liver Birds (1972), Z Cars (1972) and The Adventures of Black Beauty (1974), Cheggers finally found his niche as Noel Edmonds’ sidekick in Multi-Coloured Swap Shop (1976-81) before unleashing the hyperactive madness that was Cheggers Plays Pop (1978-86).
Here is one of Cheggers’ earliest performances - as an improbably angelic (and just a little prissy) chap demonstrating his cycling prowess in this film made to promote the National Cycling Proficiency Scheme. Notice how Cheggers hardly says a word; clearly the filmmakers didn’t think that delicate southerners were quite ready for his Scouse accent. (Robin Baker)
You can watch 1000 other complete films and TV programmes from the BFI National Archive free of charge at the new BFI Mediatheque - http://www.bfi.org.uk/mediatheque
Seaside Cycle Chic
at Worthing on the south coast of England.
What cycling would look like everyday in Britain if there was proper segregated cycling infrastructure. Not a Hi-Viz vest in sight and virtually no helmets… draw your own conclusions
(Apologies if this doesn’t load, doesn’t seem to work on my laptop, not sure why as the preview version is fine. If it isn’t working for you, try clicking on the vimeo logo and watching it there - you can also see a bigger version too.)
My first bike was chosen purely on looks from the Littlewoods catalogue. Shiny red frame and matching red tartan box bag (you have to remember that this was the height of Rollermania and the coolest accessory around) on the rear carrier. And, the all important, white tires, with matching white pedals and grips.
I was very lucky, in those days choosing a bicycle for it’s looks didn’t mean you were fobbed off with a substandard machine. Instead, I got probably my best ever bike, superb Raleigh quality (the brake and cable have survived to this day and have replaced the broken one on my daughter’s bike) which managed to survive the abuse of 3 kids learning to ride. It finally collapsed after my youngest brother lent it one to many times to the teenagers in the park to do wheelies on, which incidentally it was rather good at!