Of all the looks I have “gotten” since startin’ my bloggin’, this one isn’t concocted. I’m talking here about my look, that has slowly evolved over the years and that doesn’t disguise what I am: a guy who races bikes on the weekend and is largely motivated to commute on a bike to be race fit. That said, I also commute via bike to save money, and have grown to appreciate the connectedness to people and the environment that cycling provides. An example of the cyclist’s connectedness: running into fellow bike blogger Vicki this morning, and stopping for a chat when I guess I should have been heading more quickly to work. She stealthily snapped this shot with her phone and posted it earlier today on her blog.
Bike wise, “my” look consists of whatever bike I currently race on, the wheels from my previous bike that I now call my “training wheels”, a removable mud guard, and a rechargeable high powered light. Clothes wise, “my” look comprises the helmet I race in (because I can’t be bothered talking with Australia’s police), then other gear depending on weather. We have set-in rain here this week, so I wore the soft-shell rain pants (a bit steamy, sheesk), my overshoes, my wet weather jacket and a cap to stop me blinking from every last rain drop.
Why bore you here with my own self satisfaction, when your preferred style of bike, or your way of dressing would be equally nifty? Because we should all stop and be proud. I have very few Dutch or Danish readers, so can assume you too live in a country that makes god’s own mode of transport ridiculously hard, with sprawl and impossible road rules. If you have even replaced a handful of car trips with bike trips, you should already be given a medal. You never will be though, which is why pride needs to simply be taken.
I take pride in the fact that I have found a route to work that is mostly pleasant, that riding has given me the strength to keep riding, that I own a nice bike and good bike clothes, and that commuting, for me, is not something I wish took less time in my day. Actually, I would rather live further from work than I do.