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bikelight, streetlight, starlight
I just bought a bike. It was 25 quid. I wondered on the way over to see it whether a) it was a piece of shit, b) the owner was clueless, c) the owner just couldn't be arsed to charge more. It turned out a bit more complicated than that. The bike is lovely, but it's been stripped of anything that isn't actually bike. It has no light and no lock and no pump and no rack. I mentioned the lack of light and the owner said "Um, well, I've never cycled it at night." Hmm.
I rode it all the way back from Kidlington, four or five miles. The streets were quiet. Everyone seemed to be staying in out of the cold. Cycling past the cop shop with no light was a bit worrying, but no one noticed. It was perishingly cold, and I've barely moved a muscle this last week, and before long my legs were throbbing and my eyes were streaming and my cheeks were blaring heat, but I knew I was alive. Alive and mobile and not dependent on eccentric buses, and it was good.
Coming through the town centre I found a short cut down past Keble College, between building after building of fabulous prettiness. It felt funny cycling along the stone-flagged streets in my flappy black coat, in the dim yellow light - as if I wasn't there as myself but was acting in some sort of period drama. When I stopped at some lights to peer at my city map a white-haired man on a bike pulled up to ask if I was lost. I said no, I was figuring it out, but thanks. A tweedy young man with glasses who could have been Son Of Giles gave me a grin from where he was waiting to cross the road. The Radcliffe Camera - that round building which I think is part of the Bodleian Library? - was all lit up inside like a temple to books.
As I cycled past the floodlit dog-racing track, just before the house, a trumpet fanfare rang out through the speakers, out across the estate houses and up towards the icy stars.
I might spray-paint the bike a stupid colour. It needs a name too.
I'm playing at being a student, I know. But while it lasts it's a fun game to play.
I rode it all the way back from Kidlington, four or five miles. The streets were quiet. Everyone seemed to be staying in out of the cold. Cycling past the cop shop with no light was a bit worrying, but no one noticed. It was perishingly cold, and I've barely moved a muscle this last week, and before long my legs were throbbing and my eyes were streaming and my cheeks were blaring heat, but I knew I was alive. Alive and mobile and not dependent on eccentric buses, and it was good.
Coming through the town centre I found a short cut down past Keble College, between building after building of fabulous prettiness. It felt funny cycling along the stone-flagged streets in my flappy black coat, in the dim yellow light - as if I wasn't there as myself but was acting in some sort of period drama. When I stopped at some lights to peer at my city map a white-haired man on a bike pulled up to ask if I was lost. I said no, I was figuring it out, but thanks. A tweedy young man with glasses who could have been Son Of Giles gave me a grin from where he was waiting to cross the road. The Radcliffe Camera - that round building which I think is part of the Bodleian Library? - was all lit up inside like a temple to books.
As I cycled past the floodlit dog-racing track, just before the house, a trumpet fanfare rang out through the speakers, out across the estate houses and up towards the icy stars.
I might spray-paint the bike a stupid colour. It needs a name too.
I'm playing at being a student, I know. But while it lasts it's a fun game to play.
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Where do you start looking if you want to get a bike, then?
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If you want to buy new: On Your Bike, on Tooley St (turn left out of that exit of London Bridge tube) are very nice people (they are running the bike maintenance course I'm doing atm) & generally competent. If you want to buy second-hand (may well be a good bet - next time my bike gets nicked[0] I'll be at least considering second-hand) there's ReCycling on Elephant Road (Elephant & Castle), or there's some more information on buying second-hand in London at http://www.southwarkcyclists.org.uk/bikebuyingadvice.shtml
Hybrid probably better bet than a mountain bike in London; you could also think about getting a road bike. I didn't last time because I was concerned about thin tyres getting more punctures/not handling potholes well, but I'm informed by other folk who ride them that this isn't a problem, & they *are* faster (because lighter). Zoom! (again, next time my bike gets nicked I'll almost certainly go for a road bike)
[0] I have two locks, am fanatical about locking *to* things, & virtually never leave my bike outside overnight, but am pretty pessimistic about the fact that sooner or later someone will have away with it :-/
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And a hybrid sounds like it might be best - I'm quite scared of "fast"!
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