Boxes and Brainwaves

Every time I see the arguments about cyclists running red lights in London it reminds me of how many times I see cars doing essentially the same thing by stopping in the Advance Stop Boxes at junctions. I tend to keep quiet about it, bearing in mind that I would lose a fight with a car, and that I don’t really want to antagonise the driver.

However, it seems that someone somewhere is listening to my silent moaning and people breaking the rules in that way will be targeted by the police in London. I’m looking forward to seeing the results of this and whether it makes any difference on the roads.

In news form close to London, I really like how a small team can make it (moderately) big on the international scene. It makes mountain biking seem like the type of sport that a chancer with skills could still make it.

Finally for this week, I may have mentioned a cycling top that looked to be destined for the bin after a zip had broken? There were ways I could imagine getting it fixed, arguably by paying money to someone who knows what they are doing. Luckily, before I threw the top out I had a brainwave.

One gas hob, one old spoke and some careful heating and melting and I had a zip that was definitely “fixed”. It’s now a pull-on top, but it has a new lease of life, thanks to what I can’t help thinking is very much a man-fix. If you are hoping to replicate my genius I would suggest not attempting to use superglue before the melting. The fumes certainly made my eyes sting, and that can’t be entirely good, even if it made me less concerned about the outcome and smiley.

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