A London Tale

On the list of the ten shortest books ever written is Fashion for Engineers. So I guess that qualifies me as much as anyone to provide fashion commentaries. With that pre-disclaimer, let’s get on with it.

Walking around London this afternoon, I noticed quite a few bikes, more so, I think, than in previous visits to this rather amazing city. A few years ago, a Congestion Charge was instituted for any car driving in central London. One benefit of this is that us foreigners now know precisely when we are passing into central London since EVERY street is marked with a sign having a distinctive white C on a red background at the point where it crosses this heretofore invisible boundary. The standard daily charge is 8 Pounds or about $16. That’s EVERY DAY. Right there you have 80 good reasons per week to ride your bike here. There are, of course, the million or so other reasons to not ride here: all of the cars, taxis and buses that pack the streets.


Another thing I've noticed in my travels around town is that the concept of London fashion is clearly an oxymoron*. It looks like grab-your-clothes-in-the-dark is the rule of the day. Casual doesn’t begin to describe it. This spills over to bikers. They wear everything. T-shirts, baggy shorts, flip-flops. But not helmets. My non-scientific study puts the number of helmet wearers at less than 10%.

As for the bikes, there is quite the variety of these, too. Mostly sturdy ones as befits the rough roads around town. And there are a few road bikes, some of the small city cycles and even a track bike or two. See the slide show at the end of this post for pictures of just a few of the bikes and bikers.

I know I’d never ride around here. It is bad enough as a pedestrian from the keep-to-the-right school, trying to avoid being run down from behind by the keep-lefters. As you might guess, there has been no riding at all since last Tuesday. And there will be none between now and next Tuesday, either. There will be a lot to catch up on when the traveling is done.

Cheerio!

* Don't think that I am down on London. Shirley and I were here on THE September 11 and spent an extra 5 days waiting for our flight back home. We were treated wonderfully and have nothing but good memories of the people we have met here, before, during and after our September 11 experience. This September 11 was no exception.

Bikes in London...

Another Moving Experience

A few years ago, I said that I had helped a daughter move for the last time. This weekend, we helped family move from Illinois to Minnesota. THIS was the last time! And I mean it! Unless, of course, one of the girls needs help for their next move. Oh, well.

Many thanks to Joe and John for helping load the truck here on Saturday. This is when we finally got all of daughter #2’s stuff out of the crawl space and started to put all of our stuff in its place. Natural cycles at work. It was a good weekend and we enjoyed the time spent with daughters, sons in law and grandsons. Son-in-law #2's parents and his sister and her boyfriend did much driving (Tom drove the truck) and hauling, too. On Saturday evening we all descended on a Chipotle’s, taking over an entire section to enjoy a meal and to relax after what had been a very eventful weekend.

Biking? Well, I unloaded two bikes from the truck. And, Monday I took off on a 56 mile, 5 climb ride. It was hot, but all-in-all a great day to be out on the roads. Three rides since last Tuesday, for a total of 120.6 miles and 7,109 feet of climbing. I’m now up to 3,869.4 miles for the year. Only 1,130.6 miles to go to get to the 5,000 mile target!