Bicycles and Baking
Monday, 19th February 2007I was recently given a bike for my birthday (thanks Fay!). In an effort to improve my general well being and perhaps settle here in London a little better, I have decided to try and commute to work via bicycle. All through my childhood and teenage years, through uni and right up until I started working - bicycles were my primary mode of transport. So I am not a complete novice. Even so, the cold weather here, the darkness and the busy streets are a major deterrent. Yesterday (Saturday), I went and bought a bunch of accessories: wind jacket, gloves, shorts (not those tight ones) thermal t-shirt, lights, lock, helmet and pump. Yes, it was all very expensive, but I figure that if I don’t make it as easy on myself as possible - I won’t do it. And some of these things are kind of necessary.
I also did some other prep work. I got appropriate access on my pass at work to enter the car park and showers.. and I did some online research to find the best path from West Hampstead to London Wall. Google maps gives a decent path, but it’s really hard to tell how good these are for cycling if you don’t know the roads. I have been travelling by tube for the past six months and definately have no clue about traffic conditions. As it turns out, cycling is quite a highly regarded and supported mode of transport around here. Go the greens!
Anyway, today (Sunday) I decided to go for a test run. It took me an hour and a half to get to work and an hour back… and now I am knackered! And it was bloody cold! It really shouldn’t take that long… a lot of the time was due to the fact that I had to keep stopping to look at the map.. and took wrong turns.. and a couple of weird things that I didn’t expect. I think in fact, that if i measure a straight line from home to work - it’s only 8-9 km’s! But the map from TFL tends to divert you (some times up hills!) so that you avoid busy roads. One road that I couldn’t find - ended up not being a road, but a canal. That was kind of pleasant.. ducks, narrow boats - and I actually saw a lock in use. Not some thing you get to see every day! (well maybe if you live there).
It all actually started to look kinda nice. How do you explain that urban kind of beauty? Where there are old crappy buildings.. rusty machinary and just old looking stuff? Today I think I began to appreciate some of that urban beauty that London has. Maybe “urban beauty” isn’t exactly the right expression.. but maybe you know what i mean.
After a shower and a bit of a rest this afternoon, I noticed that I had some ripening bananas on the kitchen bench. What else was there left to do but make banana bread? It’s in the oven now.