You will have read that
Bradley
Wiggins, winner of the 2012 Tour de France, and Olympic gold
medal, was knocked off his bike and injured
earlier this month (November 2012), while training. Of course,
there is always the risk of a crash while on the road, and I cannot
comment on the details of the incident. But what horrified me, and
many others, is the level of absolute hatred directed at cyclists in
some of the UK Twitter and other social communications. This was so
awful that the Guardian ran
a piece on it. Some of the comments that this article attracted
continued this irrational and disgusting hatred.
What is wrong with so
many British people?
Cycling in France has
always been a respected and shared activity. Not just the
professional sport, but ordinary people of all ages are enthusiastic
and active cyclists. I have never encountered anyone disliking
cyclists for cycling. All motorists in my experience slow down for
bikes, give them time and space, and are aware of the risks to them.
It is clear that
cycling is very important in France, and seen as such. There are
over 2,500 cycling clubs, most of which have their own club uniforms,
and local sponsors. Over 2.3 million bikes were sold last year. There
are about 500 organised cycle races every year. There are about 60
velodromes. There are even 73,000 trips every day by Velib,
the original in Paris of the BorisBikes in London. Driving around you
will see bike riders every day, not just the smaller number using
bikes as transport, but people in club colours, in ones, twos and
groups, riding a hundred kilometres or more, for fun or for training
for competitions.
2011 Tour de France racing through Brecey |
There is also the Tour
de Normandie which is a similar race, but is accompanied by a
randonnée cycliste, a non-competitive open to anyone ride through
Normandy. Last year we encountered the randonnée unexpectedly. To
get to our house one has to go along a number of roads which are
basically one lane wide. We turned off a two lane road into a one
lane, having seen quite a few bikes crossing ahead of us as we
approached. Once we entered the narrow road it was obvious that we
were on the route of the randonnée. This was because as far as we
could see there was an endless series of cyclists approaching,
individually or in groups filling the road.
There was no point in
trying to proceed, so we just parked in a field gateway and waited
for them all to pass. This took a couple of hours: there were about
3000 riders formally participating, but many others joined in for the
fun of it. There was no racing, just an endless stream of bikes,
ancient and modern, racing bikes, granny bikes, mountain bikes,
vintage bikes. Riders of all ages, male, female and indifferent. And
because this was France, every one of the riders said 'Bonjour' as
they went past us.
Young riders waiting for the start |
Teams from all over the region |
Family affair |
And they're off |
Cycling is indeed part of the French identity. Their poor performance in the Olympics, and the failure to win the Tour de France for many years, is a huge embarrassment.