The Four Miles Fighting Traffic Project

I recently spent a week in bed off work sick. Desperate for entertainment, I turned to the internet. After exhausting iplayer, I turned to video site mpora and ended up watching all twelve episodes of the Red Bull Atherton Project.

At first, I couldn’t decide what I thought about the whole thing, do I really want to watch three slightly smug people who are clearly having more fun than me, having more fun than me? I concluded that the simple fact that I watched all twelve episodes in sequence tells me that I enjoyed it, and it is full of bikes.

These guys have built a brilliant life for themselves through riding bikes. Travelling the world racing, then returning to their idyllic farmhouse in Wales with a dirt jump track in the front garden. This made me wonder what the Four Miles Fighting Traffic Project would amount to. So far I’ve got the following: After finally getting proper jobs, two grown men can afford the bikes they desire. One of them can jump a little bit, the other one can’t. They don’t have a dirt track in their front garden so they head off to Redbridge Cycling Centre, a destination designed with a close eye on health and safety legislation. The one who couldn’t jump still can’t jump and wonders why this even matters to him as he approaches thirty. The one who can laughs at the one who can’t.

I just can’t see the sponsors coming running. I know I should have grown out of all this stuff but I don’t think I will.

R