Sunday, October 30, 2011

I love my wheels, man...

Ok, so, here we go.  Its that 'coming out' moment.  Because we all have to be open and proud about who we are, cos we were born this way baby...

So.  I have an admission.

I'm here to tell you that i am a member of that most reviled and hated of minorities.  I am a (whisper it) CYCLIST.  Argh, no, lock up your children!!!!

Yeah, its an odd thing isn't it, how our transport choices politicise people?  Cos immediately you mention riding a bike, people who's preferred transport differs, start going on about road tax (not existed since the 1930s people, look it up :P), red lights, blah blah blah...

Well, i'm not going to talk about that, mainly because its been done to death elsewhere, and because this is a fashion blog, so i want to talk about style....

One of the big problems about riding a bike is that, while doing it, one mostly looks like a total dork.  Even more so in my case, being a tall skinny type of chick (yes i know, my life sucks) with short hair, in my biking gear i look like a boy.  And as cycling is split massively into factions, and my faction is nominally 'mountain biker', that means baggy surfy skatey type clobber rather than roadie superhero lycra.  Therefore when i'm being cut up by buses, taxis and white van men, they'll also occasionally shout abuse about how they'll 'bang you out next time mate' etc, which, despite adrenalin and that bicycle induced sense of righteousness (you wouldn't be stuck in the dang traffic if you were on a bike, actually, 'mate'), does tend to make me cry a little bit if i'm having a 'small' day...

So, what to wear?  Ok, yes, we don't all have to 'dress for the occasion' as has been shown (i can never decide if that site's a bit creepy or not), but tootling through copenhagen (flat, lots of bike lanes) is a bit different from bombing round an extremely hilly and trafficy city on the south west coast of britain.  Basically you're either sweating up a hill, or bombing down it at 40mph and there's not much of a middle ground.  Those lovely old school flowers-in-the-basket sit up and beg bikes just ain't gonna do it, neither is riding to work in my work clothes...

It is a conundrum... And one i will expand on...

2 comments:

  1. It ultimately doesn't matter what you wear, I don't think it's possible to look fashionable while peddling like buggery to avoid metal-death at the hands of 10-ton diesel traction engine ...

    Best to just wear a jacket with "I'm here, you bastards!" on it

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  2. :D the risk of splatty death soon becomes normalised, but not wanting to die in a cagoule is eternal...

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