The Invisible Visible Man

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

Sunday, 9 July 2017

A move back, two angry path-blockers - and why it's time to stop writing and start remembering

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On July 6 last year, I got on my bike for the last time outside my apartment building in Brooklyn. As I’d done hundreds of times before, I...
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Sunday, 23 April 2017

An angry man on a pavement, a rash of misunderstandings - and why I'll be seeking to bridge the gap

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One morning in mid-March, because I was running late for a meeting, I opted to ride across Waterloo Bridge, expecti...
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Sunday, 26 March 2017

A chance remark, a horror attack and why cars and violence are so closely linked

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During a brief stop-off on Wednesday morning at Brixton Cycles , I fell into the kind of chit-chat that’s a customary part of any healthy r...
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Thursday, 2 March 2017

A Cheshire epiphany, cheap driving - and why Brexit means no respite from clogged roads

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It’s the kind of scene that’s probably familiar to anyone who’s tried recently cycling in the large swathes of the UK where the motor car i...
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Sunday, 22 January 2017

A past mayor, a miserable blogiversary - and why I still think Roundheads must come to the rescue

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It used to be frustrating asking  Boris Johnson , London’s mayor until May last year, about transport policy issues. During my first stint ...
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Monday, 16 January 2017

A smug expectation, a messy reality - and why it's time to get to grips with a tough conundrum

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Before I got out on my bike, I was anticipating that Monday, January 9, was going to be my smuggest cycling day since returning to London ...
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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.
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