Equinox Ride Report

 What better way to celebrate the victory of day over night than to head over to East London
for a survey of cycle infrastructure? We may be lean, green, pedalling machines, but we are
also never boring. But how to get there?
All rides (except the Summer Solstice Ride) start at The Sultan for the simple expediency of
providing a destination to return to, and the further necessity of gathering thoughts and
reflections over a few jars of suds. So, 10am on Sunday 24 th March saw us head to the
Wandle Trail and thereon up to the mighty Thames. We had a headwind.
Mingling with joggers (many) and dog walkers (few) along the Thames Path to Battersea
Park was straightforward enough, apart from the headwind. Battersea Park deserves a
special note for urban cyclists. There’s a water fountain from which it’s possible to refill a
water bottle near the steps with the red handrails, and there are loos just to the west of the
coffee caravan. Very nice.
We crossed Chelsea Bridge and took CS8 to Parliament Square, then on to CS1 (highly
controversial when proposed, highly popular once installed) to Tower Bridge. All into a
headwind. We saluted the mural to the Battle Of Cable Street and eventually arrived at
Limehouse Basin where our survey begins.
The path alongside the Limehouse Cut is narrow and well-used by pedestrians. We dinged
our bells, smiled, nodded and thanked our fellow path users and were saluted in kind. The
track’s in great condition and suitable for everything down to a 25mm tyre. There are a
couple of heavily cobbled sections under bridges where riders have to dismount or face
death by vibration. A section suspended over the water concludes path. Take note of the
latter Merton and Wandsworth Councils: this is what’s possible for the missing part of the
Wandle Trail at Earlsfield.
And then it’s The Greenway! Exactly four miles of perfectly smooth, super-wide, shared use
tarmac connecting Stratford to Barking. Somehow the headwind disappeared and we purred
along past the architecturally interesting pump house (did I mention that The Greenway is
built on top of a giant sewage pipe?) and spectacular views of the Beckton Alps. Nothing to
report other than the pleasure of what’s possible and a recommendation that you get
yourself over there to experience this Wonder Of The Modern World for yourself. There are
a few police posters at the beginning of the ride demanding caution and vigilance due to the
activities of thieves. This is sad to have to pass on, but forewarned is forearmed, I suppose.
The passage to Greenwich through the Isle Of Dogs started on the lovely Beckton Corridor
which threads a green ribbon through new housing and industrial units. Cycling provision
becomes rather chaotic before breaking down altogether north of Royal Victoria Dock. The
headwind returned. We made sacrifice to the elevator gods and were blessed with working
lifts at both ends of the Greenwich Foot Tunnel.
Our pulses quickened as our tyres rolled onto the newly completed Cycleway 4 (Greenwich
to Tower Bridge). Fully segregated, two-way cycle path with clearly marked priority over
turning traffic. Proper little cycle traffic lights kept us respectable. We could have been in
Holland. Well, OK, maybe not Holland. Belgium then. But it was really easy to use and
didn’t send us off on wild diversions to avoid inconveniencing cars. We kept the headwind.
Then it was over Tower Bridge and joining up with the outbound route for our return to
Wimbledon where we pooled our thoughts in The Sultan.

Forty five miles taken over four and a half hours including plenty of stops to look at this and
that and a longer break for lunch. The four major cycle facilities we inspected set a high
mark for other boroughs, but one couldn’t help the feeling that once off those tracks we’d be
back to the same difficulties we see elsewhere. Very enjoyable nonetheless and well worth
the mileage out there and back. If you’re keen to have a look for yourself, either drop us a
line or pop along to our next meeting and we’ll send you the gpx file to load into your gps.

Women's Freedom Ride - Report

 We were incredibly lucky with the weather for the Women's Freedom Ride
on March 3rd;  after a succession of rainy days Sunday dawned bright and
sunny, even if it was still a little cold!

It had been arranged for the 'feeder ride' heading into Central London
from Kingston to pick up the Merton contingent as it passed through our
borough, and the meeting place was the corner of Garfield Recreation
Ground, just across the river from the Wandle Nature Park.  A couple of
people had registered interest via the website ahead of time, and a few
more had originally planned to go in to New Malden to travel with the
Kingston ride, but changed their plans once the official pick-up point
was arranged - so we were expecting maybe four or five riders in total
to turn up.

But to general surprise, in the morning sunshine more and more people
kept arriving.  By the time the Kingston contingent finally swept in,
about fifteen minutes late, we were beginning to wonder if we would
actually outnumber them!  But there was no chance of that; as they filed
into the park, we couldn't believe that they just kept coming and kept
coming....  I didn't do a head count, but I would guess that including
the marshals our combined groups must have consisted of about forty or
fifty people, which made for a very impressive convoy.

I soon lost track of the route we were following as we left the Wandle
and headed off towards Central London, although at one point we did
pause on Clapham Common for a photo stop - having some difficulty
getting everybody into shot!  Eventually we headed north over
Blackfriars Bridge and into the City of London proper.  Since it was a
Sunday the streets were pleasantly clear of traffic.

On arrival at the rendezvous point for the Women's Ride at Lincoln's Inn
Fields, a square that at least one of our members recognised due to the
headquarters of her profession being located there, the ride leaders
opted to refresh themselves at a nearby pub.  We arranged to meet them
outside the London School of Economics building for the return journey
once the main protest ride - a relatively short distance compared to the
distance everyone had cycled already to get there - was over, then the
rest of us entered Lincoln's Inn Fields itself to join up with the vast
number of other cyclists who were assembling there.  The London Brompton
Club were present in strong numbers with their bicycles all folded in a
row, and there were a number of other unusual machines, including
longtail bikes, various child-carrying vehicles with their young
occupants remarkably well-behaved, and a selection of hand-cycles,
disabled trikes, and other specially adapted bicycles.  It was also nice
for once not to be the only rider with a U-tube frame, or to be the only
one actually wearing a skirt!

Brief but rousing speeches were made from in front of the central
bandstand, applauded by the ringing of massed bicycle bells, and Will
Norman accepted a petition of five thousand signatures on behalf of the
Mayor of London.  In his speech he warned us that much cycle provision
in practice is out of the hands of Transport for London, and urged us to
go home after the ride and help put pressure on our local councils to
show that there is a huge amount of suppressed demand.  Then we set out
on the protest itself - very slowly.

It took a vast amount of time for a thousand or so cyclists to exit the
square through a relatively narrow gate and to form up all around the
outside.  Halfway round we discovered a convenient public toilet, but of
course everyone else had discovered it too, so it was touch and go as to
whether it was possible to nip in before the 'queue' moved on without
you; in fact it was going so slowly that this was just about
possible....   

We had been told before the start of the ride that 'this time' the
protest would be observing red lights, but in practice this meant that
only a small number of riders were able to exit the side-street during
the brief timed period allowed, where the traffic light timings had of
course been planned to accommodate two or three cars rather than a huge
mass of cyclists with correspondingly slow acceleration. As a result, an
excited ritual developed where, every time the lights began to go green,
a great chorus of "Go! Go! Go!" went up from behind, while the lucky few
at the front started off as fast as they could to the accompaniment of
cheers.

This did at least mean that when we hit the next set of lights (which
tended to be only about fifty yards down the road) it was in relatively
small bunches, but it also meant that the ride wasn't a single moving
mass and it wasn't always obvious where the people ahead had got to.
Fortunately things had been very well organised and there were always
people in tabards positioned at junctions signalling where we were to
turn off.

Scattered throughout the ride were various bikes towing sound systems,
pumping out enthusing numbers such as "I Want to Ride My Bicycle (I Want
to Ride It Where I Like)" and other dominant beats.  When two or more of
these bikes got themselves into close proximity the mixed results were
indescribable - and loud enough to be painful to the ears, at least to
me, though they made for handy rendezvous points at which you could try
to regain contact with neighbouring members of the group.  It was very
hard to avoid being split up in the constant stop-start progress, where
we were constantly being urged to pack ourselves in as tightly as
possible in order to get as many bikes into the road space as possible;
I did pity the unfortunate drivers who found themselves surrounded by
crowds of women cyclists accidentally occupying the turning lanes and
progressing at dead slow speed.

To be honest I think we spent more time stationary and waiting for the
road to clear ahead than we did actually cycling, and I can see where
there would have been a temptation to simply ignore the traffic signals
and use the sheer mass of riders to carry out the protest.  At the
entrance onto the Mall there was the most tremendous hold-up of about
fifteen minutes before we were finally sent through the red lights en
masse down towards Buckingham Palace (I eventually heard rumours that we
were being deliberately held at this point in order to allow the tail of
the ride to catch up), and by the time any of us made it back to
Lincoln's Inn Fields it was long after the agreed start of the Kingston
group's ride home.  We were rather dismayed to find that our guides,
having spent the time waiting patiently in the pub with no idea of what
was happening, had apparently given up and gone off without us!

Some very belated lunches were eaten and shared around - with hindsight,
we should have had lunch while listening to the speeches at the start -
while, thanks to the magic of mobile phones, the missing marshals were
located and summoned back.  We were told the rest of the group was
waiting for us at the Ritz, but to our mock disillusionment it turned
out to be outside the entrance to the Savoy instead....  The Kingston
ride set off up towards Hyde Park for a scenic ride home via Richmond
Park, but as this was rather a long way round for the Merton contingent
three of us peeled off at the Houses of Parliament and went on down the
Embankment to cross the river at Vauxhall Bridge and take the quick and
grimy route home along the familiar territory of 'Cycle Superhighway 7'
via Clapham and Colliers Wood.

The total mileage for the day was about 26 miles:  well short of the 38
miles clocked up by the Kingston contingent with their longer journey,
but quite enough to be exhausting for an inexperienced rider, and enough
to make me start to feel sore.  We were impressed by the organisation
(and turnout!) of the Kingston Cycle Campaign, and it was suggested that
maybe Christine would like to arrange for some shorter local
recreational rides in Merton, as judging by the number who turned up for
this one there is evidently pent-up demand.

The general verdict among the people I spoke to seemed to be that the
expedition into London on a Sunday was enjoyable in itself, but that the
grand protest ride wasn't much fun - it was basically hours of non-stop
traffic jam on a bicycle.  (It has been years since I did one of these
mass London rides, but I seem to remember that my one and only previous
experience was much the same, which was why I haven't been on any
since...)  But the weather was lovely, and it was a great relief not to
be constantly looking behind me all the time to check that none of the
group were dropping behind or getting lost, since there were people
officially in charge of that.