• Coniston, Windermere and the Temple with Underfloor Heating

    ‘Heartbreakingly beautiful’ – Theodore Dalrymple’s description of the Lake District was never far from my mind this week as I explored England’s largest and most visited national park, which may soon be a World Heritage Site.

    I think I discovered what Dalrymple meant. The area's mountains, valleys and glimmering sheets of water give you a feeling of intense yearning, but in their sheer scale they remain forever remote – out of reach yet captivating.

    The best way to experience such beauty is by bike. On a bicycle, you can take in so much more of your surroundings, yet get so much closer to them. I found cycling in the Lake District so addictive I covered 120 miles in four days, in three separate rides.

    For my first ride, I started out from where I was based, on the outskirts of Grange-over-Sands, a quaint seaside town with jaw-dropping views stretching for miles across Morecambe Bay. From the welcoming ‘Lothlorien’ holiday cottage which I stayed in courtesy of owner David Chadwick and his family, I rode up the east of Coniston Water then back down the other side. En route, I stopped at a lakeside cafe in the town of Coniston and learned about Donald Campbell, the daredevil who set water speed records on the lake but ultimately died there after crashing his 300mph boat, the Bluebird, in 1967.

    David joined me for my next ride, a lap of Lake Windermere (the biggest of the Lakes) starting from Newby Bridge. It rained for the first hour, but we didn’t care – the Lake District looks just as beautiful, if not more so, in bad weather. Before heading back, we made it all the way up to Grasmere, where William Wordsworth lived in Dove Cottage with his sister Dorothy. After we had a cup of tea, the sky brightened and we raced back to the car via the pretty lakeside towns of Ambleside and Windermere. 

    David also joined me for my third ride – round the River Leven estuary to Ulverston, where Stan Laurel was born. There we stopped off for refreshments at the Manjushri Kadampa Meditation Centre. Having written a book on mindful cycling, I was looking forward to visiting the temple and pausing for a few moments of contemplation. However, when I tried to join in with the smattering of people who were meditating, I didn’t feel as inspired as I expected.

    For me, the bubble was burst somewhat by a cleaning lady emerging from a door and puncturing the silence by hoovering amongst the assembled visitors.  

    But there were other, more fundamental reasons why I couldn’t help feeling more contemplative outside the temple than inside it. The building's underfloor heating; the gold-painted plastic Buddha statues in display cases; the keenest worshippers performing a bowing ritual that looked like they were in a P.E. lesson – all these things seemed slightly artificial compared to the splendid, life-enhancing scenery surrounding the temple.

    For inspiration, nothing beats the heartbreaking beauty of the Lake District.  

    To find out more about Lothlorien cottage, which has 2 bedrooms and sea-views from the living room, or about cycling in the South Lakes, visit www.kentsbankholiday.co.uk

    David and myself beside Lake Windermere...

  • This year confront your fear of cycling

    It’s New Year’s Eve and many people will be thinking about resolutions for 2014.

    Many of those people will be thinking about cycling. Perhaps you’re one of them. Deep down you know it makes sense – cycling brings free travel, fitness, fresh air, freedom, security, sociability and well-being. Who wouldn’t want a year full of these wonderful things?

    But perhaps you’re also someone who is fearful of riding a bicycle. With all the scaremongering around – which is disseminated, bizarrely, by cycle campaigners as much as the mainstream media – cycling can seem intimidating.

    In actual fact, there is little to worry about. One report has summarised that the risks involved in cycling are ‘minimal’ and ‘outweighed by the health benefits by a factor of around twenty to one’.

    Of course, safe cycling is very important – take some simple safety advice before you go. So is keeping your wits about you when you ride; don’t be a fool who cycles with headphones in. And you can always avoid heavy traffic by planning a route properly, sticking to quiet streets, parks and canals. That’s what I do.

    But, at the end of the day (or, indeed, the end of the year), to confront your fear of cycling you just need to get out there and ride - just like you did when you were a kid. As the American cycling advocate Richard Ballantine notes, ‘the bicycle is its own best argument’.

    All the best for 2014 – I hope it’s a great ride. 

    Ben Irvine, Cycle Lifestyle Editor. 

  • The requisite Christmas blog

    Since it’s Christmas, I thought I’d give myself a break from thinking up new things to write about cycling (it’s a hard life, it really is). So this blog isn’t exactly about cycling. I say not ‘exactly’ because it did occur to me that Cycle Lifestyle isn’t exactly about cycling either. Indeed, lots of cyclists will agree that cycling isn’t exactly about cycling.

    What am I going on about?

    Well, for me cycling is about well-being, fitness, stress-free travel, beating the traffic, the great outdoors, saving money, creating a nicer community to live in, and doing a little bit to protect the environment. I never cease to find it remarkable that a machine invented well over a century ago can still bring all these things to a person’s life today.

    So whatever good things cycling brings to your life, I hope you get tons and tons of them in 2014.

    Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year – from Ben, Rosa (my niece), and everyone at Cycle Lifestyle.

    Ben x

  • What is it like to be a non-cyclist?

    When I was an academic philosopher, one of the questions my colleagues and peers used to be obsessed with is: ‘What is it like to be a bat?’. Bats navigate by echolocation – creating little sounds and measuring the time it takes for these to rebound from surrounding objects – which is a sensory system quite opaque to the human imagination. And therefore the nature of a bat’s experience is a subject perfect for speculation by philosophers, who are attracted to mystery like iron is to a magnet.

    Since those days, I’ve departed the gilded cage of philosophy and ventured into the penurious expanses of running a cycling business. The mission of Cycle Lifestyle is to promote cycling to non-cyclists, so I now find myself asking a new question: ‘What is it like to be a non-cyclist?’

    To most cyclists, the answer to this question is just as mysterious as a bat’s experience is to a philosopher. Partly, no doubt, this is because cyclists are not – let me put this as delicately as possible – renowned for their levels of empathy and sensitivity. Cyclists tend to be solitary types, more interested in mechanical, chronological and geographical matters than people.  

    But, even so, the question of what it is like to be a non-cyclist vexes the most empathetic of cycle campaigners. Choosing not to cycle seems perverse, especially in a city like London. Why would anyone choose to sit in a traffic jam or a cramped tube or a rickety bus, getting stressed out and paying for the privilege, when they could be cruising through pleasant streets on a bicycle, getting fitter and happier, and saving money? It’s a delicious mystery, one which I can’t resist speculating about. You can take the boy out of philosophy but you can’t take philosophy out of the boy.

    As it turns out, the mystery evaporates pretty quickly upon investigation, due to a fundamental difference between people and bats: people can talk, so you can ask them about their perspective. Given this, it is sad that many cyclists are tempted to prejudge the mystery’s answer: "non-cyclists are stupid". This is a boomerang of a comment: it says more about the utterer than it does about the target.

    So I’ve asked a few non-cyclists why they don’t cycle, and a few answers recur: it’s too dangerous, it’s too hard to navigate, it makes you too sweaty, it’s too cold, it’s too tiring, it takes too long.

    I’ve looked into the eyes of people making these kinds of pronouncements, and I think I can see in the reflection where they’re coming from. When you stand beside the road, with vehicles barrelling past, the cold air swirling around, the city sprawled out in all directions like a labyrinth, and cyclists occasionally weaving their way through as delicately as their breath hangs in the air, you suddenly see how intimidating cycling looks to the uninitiated.   

    Of course, we cyclists know that there’s very little to worry about. The dangers of cycling are overegged, especially when you use backstreets or parks and canals; navigating is simple once you’ve built up a knowledge of useful routes; you don’t sweat too much on a bike, especially if you take it easy; cycling doesn’t make you cold, it warms you up; it’s no more tiring than walking; and usually it’s quicker, door to door, than other modes of urban transport.

    Sadly, anxious people have a habit of plugging their ears to rationality. No matter how much you try to convince non-cyclists, they may struggle to empathise with you. To them, you might as well be a bat, with an incomprehensible way of getting around.

    Have we reached an impasse? No! To demonstrate to a non-cyclist that cycling isn't quite what they think it is, you need to lead them to the holy grail of subjective experience, the ultimate acid test unavailable to bat-curious philosophers. Take non-cyclists out for a ride. Reassure them that you will keep them safe and take care of the technicalities. Let them see for themselves that their preconceptions are mistaken. Let them appreciate first-hand the joys of cycling.

    I’ve been receiving a lot of emails recently from cycle campaign groups asking for money – money which they will no doubt spend on apocalyptic PR, which only further frightens non-cyclists.

    This Christmas, if you really want to promote cycling, then organise a bike ride for your family or friends – Boxing Day or New Year’s Day would be a good time. If they don’t own a bicycle, buy them one. Show them how beautiful the world looks from a bike. Show them what it is like to be a cyclist.    


  • Goodbye Barclays Bank

    Barclays Bank has announced that it will end its association with the Cycle Hire scheme in London in 2015.

    The bank has denied that its decision has been based on the increasing bad publicity surrounding cycling in the capital. But with Boris’s Cycle Superhighway routes sharing – co-incidentally – a similar blue colour as the bank’s insignia, there has been speculation that Barclays is seeking to avoid any association with further cycling fatalities on those routes.

    If such speculation contains any truth, then the cycling campaigners who made capital out of the recent spate of cycling deaths should be ashamed of themselves. I warned, at the time, that scaremongering about cycling would scare off cyclists – it didn’t occur to me that it would also scare off investors in cycling.

    Inevitably, some muddle-headed commentators are saying they are glad to see the back of Barclays, citing, for instance, nonsensical clichés about the undesirability of bringing ‘private money into the public sphere’ – as if there were any other origin for public money. I’ve always found it strange when cyclists complain about corporate money in cycling. I once heard a woman moaning about Sky’s involvement in the sport, as if the mainstream is inherently cursed and therefore curses whatever it invests in. This bizarre view seems to imply that if the mainstream were to invest only in good causes then this would be a bad thing. An ideology which has this logical consequence is clearly ridiculous.

    So it's a big sarcastic ‘well done’ from me to the cycle campaigners who disseminated apocalyptic headlines in response to a tally of deaths in London which was actually relatively low. My fellow campaigners, you have, possibly, managed to convince a mainstream investor to lapse into the majority’s spurious view that cycling is ‘too dangerous’ – and you have done this by hushing up the positive evidence about cycling, in order to further your own agenda.

    With ‘friends’ like these, cycling hardly needs enemies.    

  • What do you get someone who has (or knows) everything for Christmas?

    Q. What do you get someone who has (or knows) everything for Christmas?

    A. The Journal of Modern Wisdom

    The Journal of Modern Wisdom is Cycle Lifestyle's sister publication.

    Copies of volumes 1 and 2 are available from www.modernwisdom.co.uk. Buy both and get one half price.

    As testimonials show, the Journal of Modern Wisdom is a beautiful, illustrated publication full of inspiration from celebrated thinkers – a perfect gift for this time of year.

    And thus endeth the marketing.

    Ben Irvine

     

  • Cyclingballs #2: Tidings of worry and fear

    ‘Give the gift of LCC membership and help protect your loved ones who cycle’.

    You may have noticed in recent instalments of this blog that I have been complaining that cycle campaigners and the media are both guilty of pandering to people’s fears about cycling.  

    I suppose it is understandable, if not justifiable, when it comes to the media, since they have to attract readers, listeners and viewers, and the public is voyeuristic.

    However, when it comes to cycle campaigners, fear-mongering defies reason.

    Yesterday, an email plopped into my inbox advising me to ‘Give the gift of LCC membership and help protect your loved ones who cycle’.

    Clearly, this is designed to stir up deep anxiety.

    For a start, the insinuation is that cyclists are riding around 'unprotected'. Leaving aside the notion that the LCC (London Cycling Campaign) is an adequate prophylactic, the biggest cycle campaign group in the capital is, in effect, declaring that the average person who rides a bike requires protection. What an inspiring rallying cry! What a ringing endorsement of the healthy, uplifting and fun activity we cyclists love!

    As for those we are loved by, I’m sure we all know plenty of Londoners, e.g. my mum, who spend their waking hours needlessly worrying about us out on our bikes. In a new twist on the Christmas spirit, the LCC is basically asking for money from these worried people – an approach not entirely dissimilar to an insurance salesman preying on anxious pensioners. Or, indeed, to the extent that the LCC stokes people’s fears first and then promises to soothe them afterwards, it is an approach that reminds me of gangsters and their extortion rackets.  

    As the great Bill Hicks used to say – Did I miss a meeting? When did we all become so crass?


  • The Die-In on a day when there was no dying

    Last Friday, over 1000 cyclists staged a ‘Die-In’ outside Transport for London’s offices. As far as I can see, this basically involved people lying down on the road with their bikes, as if dead.

    I’m sure (fairly sure) these cyclists meant well, but I don’t think pandering to the majority of Londoners’ fears about cycle safety is going to further the cycling agenda in the capital.

    If you think that sounds heartless, then consider this fact: on the day of the Die-In, hundreds of thousands of cycle journeys were completed in the capital and nobody died. And nobody died the day before that. Or the day before that. And so on, until you get back to the spate of cycle deaths a few weeks ago.

    The thorny question of who is to blame for those deaths seems to have obscured the fact that there have been relatively few cycle deaths this year as a whole. Also obscured is the possibility that the recent deaths were simply accidents. In turn, the obsession with blame obscures the question of why accidents occur.

    When I cycle in London, I try to minimise my chances of getting into an accident involving a truck or bus: I cycle on quieter streets where buses and trucks don’t go, or if I can't avoid busy streets I get off and push for a while. (Please insert your favourite car insurance comparison website marketing slogan here).

    I try to encourage the readership of Cycle Lifestyle to do the same. In a similar vein, I am campaigning for a London Cycle Map and network of colour-coded routes on safer streets, to help all cyclists avoid the most dangerous roads and junctions in the capital. 

    Alas, the London Cycle Map Campaign remains almost entirely unreported on by the mainstream media or by cycle campaign groups. Die-Ins make catchy headlines. But catchy headlines don’t necessarily make for good democracy. Maybe we should have a Die-In for democracy.

  • Why don't more women cycle in London?

    With the Women's Institute in Cambridge this week publishing a superb essay about the London Cycle Map Campaign, written by the wonderful Rebecca Watts, it seems like an appropriate time to consider the vexed question of why more women don't cycle in the capital. 

    The cycling community in London is disproportionately made up of males in the 25-44 age bracket. Why is that? Perhaps these men are at their peak, so they’re busy and they’re confident – and cycling is fast, fulfils a desire for autonomy, and offers a fitness and energy boost without the cost and time commitment involved in working out in a gym.

    These explanations, though, should apply not just to men at their peak, but women too. Maybe, rather than these positive incentives, there are some disincentives which explain why fewer women than men cycle in London.

    One major deterrent could be the fact that female cyclists make up a higher proportion of deaths involving lorries than male cyclistsMain roads containing lots of big vehicles can always be avoided on a bicycle – that’s my personal policy, anyway. Sadly, it’s harder to avoid the media furore about cyclists and lorries. Perhaps women are especially put off by it.      

    Perhaps women are also particularly put-off by the thought of getting lost on a bike, thereby ending up in heavy traffic or, worse, in an unfamiliar and isolated place, such as a dark industrial estate. London’s existing cycle routes have a habit of petering out in unexpected places.

    An obvious solution to the problem of getting lost is to carry a detailed map, such as an A to Z. But perhaps this solution is not always as helpful to women as it is to men. As any stand-up comic (or cognitive psychologist) will tell you, there are differences in spatial reasoning between the sexes, and, although there are countless exceptions, men tend to find navigating easier.

    Most people would also admit that women - again, generally speaking - spend longer getting ready to go out than men do. So maybe the extra hassle of planning a route, carrying spare clothes, changing clothes, etc, has a deterrent effect.

    London Cycle Map would counteract all of these possible deterrents, therefore possibily making cycling a more attractive option for women.

    The routes of the London Cycle Network which Simon Parker’s London Cycle Map rationalizes are generally on quieter, safer streets, with less of the heavy traffic characteristic of the capital’s major roads and junctions.

    With signs and trails of colour on the roads, those routes would be as easy to follow as the lines on the Tube – so getting lost on a bike would become a rarity.

    Also, since the London Cycle Map is based on the design of the Tube map – a famously simple and brilliant nagivational aid – navigating by bike would be as easy as it is on the Tube.

    And by removing the need for advance route-planning or having to remember hundreds of turn-rights and turn-lefts en route – users of the London Cycle Map could get from anywhere to anywhere in the capital by following just a few, straight coloured routes – cycling would become more convenient, spontaneous and fast.

    By removing all these barriers to cycling, maybe the London Cycle Map would encourage more women to give it a go.

    www.petition.co.uk/london-cycle-map-campaign

  • Classic New Bike on the Block: the Yorkshire Dales

    Classic New Bike on the Block, from Cycle Lifestyle issue 4, when the Cycle Lifestyle team visited the Yorkshire Dales. Gareth Jenkins tells the tale...

    Today’s ride feels a bit different to my usual commute. The visibility isn’t the best as it’s a little misty, the air a little fresher and a little more crisp. The cars are fewer and I haven’t heard a single horn so far. And my quiet cycle ride has been interrupted by an erratic white silhouette on the road ahead. It’s weaving across the road dangerously, obviously in a hurry. It stops without signaling and then speeds off making a strange noise. It doesn’t phase me. I don’t even tut. The truth is you get used to the sheep being on the roads in the Yorkshire Dales.

    Yep, The White Van Driver is a million miles away from where I am right now.

    I am on a bike in Swaledale, probably the most remote area of the UK I’ve ever been to. I’ve stopped at the top of a hill and the warm morning sun is slowly burning off the low lying cloud. I’m surrounded by (real life) rabbits, cows, sheep and stone walls – and if you’ll excuse me I just need to stop for a minute to admire the sun rising over the opposite hill and illuminating the valley below in pastille oranges, glowing reds and deep warm greens…

    Sorry, lets get back to it. That was close, I could feel a poem coming on then.

    A few weeks earlier someone had whispered in my ear that cycling isn’t necessarily just a cheap, healthy way to get from A to B. Apparently there are all sorts of people who are taking to their bikes and doing it for ….fun? To test this theory out, four of us decided to get away from London for a long weekend “oop north”.

    We chose the Dales because it has a wonderful reputation for cycling, due to its winding, sloping roads that scribble their way around some of the most ancient, untouched, beautiful British scenery. As I sit on top of the world and my breath frosts in the air, I can see the hype is all true.

    The hills of the Dales aren’t the leg-breaking inclines I was expecting. They’re a challenge, sure, but the female contingent of our group – who were more or less cycling novices – coped fine with the undulating roads. And the scenery is lovely enough to use as a constant excuse to stop for a picture if you need a break. One day without my camera I had to change tack and say I needed to stop to “contemplate nature’s wonder”. All this means that the summits are well-earned and the roll down the other side fixes a childish smile on your face for at least twenty minutes afterwards.

    We got our bikes from The Dales Bike Centre, a family business run by Stuart and Brenda Price. Originally from South Sheilds, Stuart came here for a week’s mountain biking and never left. I can see why. He and his wife run workshops, rent bikes, sell equipment and manage a lovely little tea shop onsite where you can get some delicious cakes to replace the calories you have burned off during the morning’s ride.

    On picking up our hybrid bikes we got a great explanation on how they worked and what the basics were. Everyone was extremely friendly and they clearly care about all their customers, from complete beginners to experienced campaigners.

    I am someone who on average makes and receives about 3 calls a week on my mobile phone, so the fact that  this part of the Dales struggles to get a decent signal never really crossed my mind. But it had occurred to Cycle Lifestyle’s ever-vigilant editor, Ben. “What should we do if we need assistance, for whatever reason?” he asked. His blackberry was poised to take down the proposed safety protocol – perhaps we’d need to call the “national emergency Cycle Call centre” or wait 15 minutes for the “Dales Cyclist Pick Up vehicle” timetabled patrols? The answer we got was “knock on someone’s door”. I don’t think four people could have possibly have felt more like city folk if they’d turned up to the bike centre in suits, carrying briefcases.

    That, I felt, was perhaps the most poignant moment of the holiday. What are we, if, when we are in trouble, the least conceivable answer is to simply ask another human being? It’s this simple, unfussy, friendly philosophy that we experienced throughout our stay. For this reason, I urge you to do as we did. Cycle around the Dales, see Britain, dodge the sheep, pop into a pub for lunch, visit the tea shops, pick your eggs up from the farmers’ honesty boxes, chat with your neighbour about the coal for your open fire and let the stress melt away with every rotation of the pedals.

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