Narrow Pavements

Narrow pavements are a real problem for drivers. Dangerous even.

After all, we never know when a pedestrian may accidentally step off one. Or worse still, a cyclist might find it too narrow to ride on and have to use our roads.

Luckily, T759PDA shows us the solution.

If it's narrow, park on it.

That way, if we hit a pushchair in the road it'll be the pedestrian's fault, not ours.

Pedestrians. We know they are unimportant... but they can be dangerous.

Nice

I pay road-tax, so I expect my roads to be kept in good condition.

No point in driving a brand new 4X4 and getting it ruined by ruts and potholes in town.

So it's nice to see that Coldharbour Road, in Bristol, has now been resurfaced.

Also nice to see the Council putting up helpful signs for me as I drive to the Cambridge Arms for my six pints of wife-beater.

Impressive, clear and thoughtful.

What I though particularly good was the way that road was kept clear at all times, with the pavements being used for the cones and signage. Perfect.

The only minor downside was swerving to avoid the cyclists with bleeding noses in the middle of the carriageway as they avoided the well placed signs.

Serves them right, they're usually on the pavement anyway.

Barely rebellious

We know the bicycles in the city are lawless subsersives who deserved to be imprisioned.

But exactly how lawless are they?

Here: someone carefully pootling over the junction of Coldharbour and Cranbook Roads, no helmet, no hi-viz, bag dangling from the handlebars.

Compare this with these fixie troublemakers in New York (link credit to "tag")

At least those subsersives are going to kill themselves and any pedestrians they run into, so saving the NYPD the effort of shooting them.

Now look at this messenger in London (link from Adam):

Again getting in the way of tax paying vans and taxis, as well as contraflowing one-way streets, but clearly cycling round the city like someone who has decided to commit suicide in London in a more interesting way than jumping under a tube train.

Now look back at the first cyclist, the one quietly going across a suburban road on red? They're not in the same league are they? They think they are rebellious, but they are as rebellious as those swiss teenagers who put on freshly ironed Iron-Maiden T-shirts every day and come home by 9pm after telling their mum where they aer going to be. Our city's cyclists -they think they are rebels, but they are not.