Fair weather cyclists! It’s winter now! Put your bikes away and stop wobbling about. Come on guys, it chucked it down on Monday, you don’t need to ride through this!
The Olympics lulled me into a false sense of security and I thought that cycling in London wasn’t that bad. I WAS WRONG. Today, a fairly standard morning in terms of commuting, the following happened:
- A woman rode into the back of me, while I was stationary at a red light
- Some chump nearly pushed me over trying to squeeze past me, also at lights
- All manner of brainless idiocy took place at the Elephant & Castle. Seriously, if you can’t work out how to use roundabouts, try to avoid them! You’re going to die!!
- A man fetchingly attired in ow-my-retinas orange showcased some signalling prowess. However, he did so without looking behind him and also without actually then ever changing manoeuvring. Instead he rode down the road with one arm stretched out, like some sort of shit modern dance. Then a woman did exactly the same on London Bridge, completely oblivious to the screech of brakes from the bus behind her.
It’s like the fair weather cyclists with some semblance of brains packed up their bikes, leaving an army of fluro zombies behind.
In addition, a pedestrian called me a dickhead (?) and I got wolfwhistled all the way up the Walworth Road by a particularly sleazy white van driver.
As the final straw, when I arrive at work I find the bike shed still almost full. I hope it snows for the next six months and I can have nice clear roads to myself.
/misanthropic rant over/
Things are a bit gloomy on the wrist front. I’m now seeing a physiotherapist and they have confirmed that I do indeed have carpal tunnel syndrome, and have muscle wastage in my hand, which implies that it’s quite severe and that action is needed PDQ. It’s all down to the fact that I have silly double jointed arms.
Muscle wastage? It sounds scary. I don’t like it.
The plan of action is that I sleep with a wrist support on, try not to curl up my arms and just try to get through the next few weeks. It’s getting worse and worse while riding, though. I get pins and needles using flat handlebars too, now, which I didn’t have before. And on my road bike it’s completely mental. I freaked out last weekend and now I’m a bit too scared to get back on my bike. Not great, as I’m off to Italy in 2 weeks.
When I get back from Italy, I’m having a steroid injection into my wrist, and then have to stay off the bike for 2 weeks. That’s going to be tough.
It all feels very surreal. Why can’t things just be simple for a while?
This afternoon I decided I’d had enough of sitting about in the house and went for a ride, towards Box Hill (I planned to actually go to Box Hill but it started raining when I got near and I thought fuck it and didn’t bother).
Highlight was stopping near the traveller camp south of Carshalton and having a chat with a boy who asked me why my pedals look so weird and whether I could do a wheelie. He asked me where my husband was and was horrified to find out that I am 28 and NOT MARRIED.
Lowlight was alternating pain/pins and needles in my right hand (now spreading up my arm), I had to stop a couple of times to wait for the feeling to come back. During one of these stops I noticed that I could see really weird shapes around passing cars, and it took a little while to realise that I was hallucinating. By the time I got back to London I was having a bit of an issue as I couldn’t tell which cars were parked and which were moving. It was annoying as I thought I’d eaten and could avoid this, but when I thought about it, I realised I hadn’t had a proper meal since friday. If my housemate doesn’t come home soon I’m going to become completely feral.
All in all, a slightly frustrating ride, particularly as I got lost due to not reading road signs properly. Oh, and I got called a cunt by a driver, which I always appreciate. On the other hand, I got a very enthusiastic thumbs up from a cyclist going the other way, and it was nice to be out and about. Maybe next weekend will be better…