The Invisible Visible Man

When a one-time dabbler in moral philosophy rides his bike a lot...

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

A frightened old man, an angry taxi driver - and why one big thing I fear is fearlessness

›
It was a rare moment when I felt sorry for a New York motorist. The elderly man, clearly confused about where to go, had got out of his c...
23 comments:
Saturday, 8 March 2014

A snowy park, a wintry spin - and the joys of no longer being a flabby teenager

›
It’s not the kind of issue that normally preoccupies me while I’m cycling. But, glancing down at my bike computer, I could see my pace had...
6 comments:
Monday, 17 February 2014

The C Train, my childhood - and why the subway still gets me excited

›
It’s not a term that many people would associate with a journey on the New York City subway. But, as I trudged up the steps on Thursday f...
13 comments:
Sunday, 2 February 2014

A frozen water bottle, a crisis of identity - and why winter cycling keeps winning me back

›
My neighbour looked at me aghast as I wheeled my bike in through the door of our apartment building, accompanied by a sharp blast of the w...
37 comments:
Sunday, 19 January 2014

A new police commissioner, some dodgy statistics - and an open letter from me

›
William Bratton, Commissioner, New York Police Department, 1 Police Plaza, New York , NY 10038 January 19, 2014 Dear Commi...
25 comments:
Monday, 13 January 2014

A terrifying avenue, a new mayor - and how leaders should be handling traffic problems

›
It was one Saturday in November that I happened upon one of South Brooklyn ’s most thoroughly dysfunctional streets. Seeking to take the I...
15 comments:
Monday, 23 December 2013

A Brooklyn Heights commuter, an untimely Queens death - and how attitudes to roads might be the least of our problems

›
I’ve come across few sights on New York City streets that excited such mixed feelings in me as the one I encountered one morning last mon...
13 comments:
‹
›
Home
View web version

About Me

My photo
Invisible Man
I'm a hefty, 6ft 5in Scot. I moved back to London in 2016 after four years of living and cycling in New York City. Despite my size, I have a nearly infallible method of making myself invisible. I put on an eye-catching helmet, pull on a high visibility jacket, reflective wristbands and trouser straps, get on a light blue touring bicycle and head off down the road. I'm suddenly so hard to see that two drivers have knocked me off because, they said, they didn't see me. This blog is an effort to explain to some of the impatient motorists stuck behind me, puzzled friends and colleagues and - perhaps most of all myself - why being a cyclist has become almost as important a part of my identity as far more important things - my role as a husband, father, Christian and journalist. It seeks to do so by applying the principles of moral philosophy - which I studied for a year at university - and other intellectual disciplines to how I behave on my bike and how everyone uses roads.
View my complete profile
Powered by Blogger.