It is said that one of the topics which radio news programmes can always count on to arouse rage and vituperation is cycling. In fact just a few days ago I did hear an entire feature on this phenomenon, which the presenter put down to the way cycling is perceived in Britain as a sport rather than a means of getting human beings from one place to another. Like in fact quite a lot of people, I am both a cyclist and a motorist and conscious when I am on my bicycle of not getting in the way of motor transport, because I know how stressful it can be when you are in a car, and late.
Yesterday, I'm afraid, a modest amount of obstruction was part of the point when I went out with Hornington's chapter of Extinction Rebellion, cycling round and round the town's roads. It reminded me I need to buy a new bell, and have done for quite some time: there was no chance of me joining in with the mass bell-ringing. Mind you, my brakes are possibly an even higher priority even if, yesterday, I ended up cycling slower than I ever thought possible.
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