The Invisible Visible Man

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

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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Saturday, 31 December 2016

A tandem ride in a field, a sad discovery - and why we all ride in past enthusiasts' slipstreams

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I can’t remember much about it except that it was the mid-1970s somewhere near Hadrian’s Wall in Northumberland. But I remember that my rel...
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Sunday, 4 December 2016

A peeved pedestrian, a rider's broken shoulder and why it's time to stop designing for conflict

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It’s the kind of incident that a London cyclist experiences pretty regularly and that I’d normally put straight out of my mind. As I rode ...
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Sunday, 20 November 2016

Obstructive pedestrians, a crass video - and why your city's cyclists are the kind you don't like

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If I’d gone out looking for evidence of how differently people regard cyclists from how I regard myself, I could scarcely have done better...
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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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