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Why Do Cyclists Not Pay Road Tax?

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Filed under Bikes, Commuting

One of the most common issues which angers many motorists is that cyclists do not pay road tax. Cyclists shold pay the tax, they argue, before they should be allowed to ride on the road. Cyclists are tax-dodgers. Criminals. Hippies. The reaction of many cyclists when confronted with the statement you don’t pay road tax is the almost-instinctive neither do you, but I think that misses an important point. Perception.

That paper disc is important. For some drivers it is more important than not running low on fuel when the garage is closed. It is more important than checking tyre pressures or tread depth. It is important because it lets motorists drive their car. Motorists have to pay to use the road, so why are cyclists exempt?

Most motorists don’t care that Vehicle Excise Duty (VED) is not road tax. It actually doesn’t matter that the money which is spent on the little paper disc which sits in the window does not go towards the road. It isn’t important. The argument that many (if not most) cyclists do pay VED is a moot point too. I own a car, currently two in fact, and pay my VED as appropriate. I pay VED for each vehicle – it doesn’t matter that I already pay it once for my other car. The tax needs to be paid for each vehicle. Motorists pay to use the road, cyclists don’t.

So what gives?

Let us spin back to the beginning, the idea that cyclists don’t pay for the road. They do, through their council tax. By and large, cyclists are not tax dodgers and pay their council tax, which in turn goes on to fund the building and maintenence of local roads. Cyclists also contribute to the general pot which funds motorways as well – they don’t get a rebate just because they can’t cycle on them. This is not to mention that regular cyclists are likely to be healthier and less likely to be a burden on the NHS. Cycling saves the tax payer money.

What was that about maintenance? Roads need to be paid for sure, but over time they get damaged and need to be repaired too. More costs mean more tax, and drivers often perceive that they pay more of it than cyclists.

So what damages the roads? Rain, ice, and vehicles are the major culprits. The heavier the vehicle, the more damage to the road. Even the heaviest bike doesn’t weigh as much as the average car… so it doesn’t do as much damage. Perfectly logical. What isn’t clear is just how many powers more damage a car does to the road than a bicycle.

Assuming fourth power axle weight ratio if a bicycle had a weight of half that of a car, the car would be causing approximately 16 times the damage to the road surface than the bike. A bike does not weigh half that of a car, but substantially less. Cars and heavier vehicles cause hundreds (or even thousands) of times more damage than a bicycle. Cycling, once again, saves the tax payer money.

This is not even including additional damage caused by air pollution, water pollution, noise pollution, space used for parking, congestion, fatal and non-fatal “accidents” all of which is exacerbated by high vehicle usage. VED paid by the poor persecuted motorist barely makes a dent in the costs.

And – get this – VED is, in many cases, an entirely voluntary tax anyway. You don’t have to pay it if you don’t want to. This is no secret although it is rarely talked about. No one will strongarm you into signing the cheque, or drag you off to court. Saving that extra cash from the Government’s pocket is easy, and all it requires is to do something people have been doing since the dawn of man: live without the car.

The automotive industry has been hugely successful in promoting the lifestyle idea that cars are necessary. They are not. Desirable, maybe. Useful, certainly. However as a culture we have become dependant upon motorised transport by choice.

A case in point: each Saturday my wife and I walk into town to do our weekly shop whilst our neighbours drive. We arrive at the shops roughly the same time, once the neighbours have found somewhere to park, paid, and walked from the car park to the High Street. Now, it is certainly more convenient to use the car to transport the shopping back home, but is it really necessary? No, of course it isn’t, but they choose to drive because it suits them. It isn’t laziness (far from it) but it is a choice.

A cyclist does not pay “road tax” because they do not inherently pollute, and because they cause substantially less damage to roads than heavier motorised vehicles. They reduce the tax burden on other government and public departments, and help to reduce congestion.

See also:

Why do cyclists ride on the road?

Why do cyclists ride in the middle of the road?

Truisms

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Filed under General Cycling, Uncategorized

Born out of musings on avoiding slippy crisp packets, oddly enough, on a ride to work last week, and mostly posted to my Twitter.

The best time to realise that it IS raining hard enough to make it worth wearing your overtrousers is BEFORE you leave the house.

No motorist’s car is so old and rubbish that they won’t say you’d be better off with one of those rather than your bike.

Most cyclists agree that taking up cycling to save money would probably be a good idea, in theory.

Surveys including the question “Why don’t you cycle?” will never offer the answer “Because I’m too bloody lazy” as a possibility.

People who don’t ride wonder why you’d want to on rainy days. People who do ride wonder why you wouldn’t want to.

Junk food that you “earned” by riding all week tastes far better than junk food normally does. (Also applicable to beer, chocolates, takeaway curry, chinese food &c).

People will assume you’re saving the planet and/or ridding the roads of Britain of cars even if all you want to do is enjoy riding in the sunshine.

No bike lane is so crap that motorists won’t demand that you use it so that they don’t have to reduce speed for half a second.

Riding your bicycle in ice is the best way of breaking your elbow and/or wrist (that doesn’t involve interaction with other road users) yet discovered.

Whenever you decide to drive or take public transport, you will feel a deep sense of regret at the first cyclist you see enjoying their ride.

Anything shouted from a passing car will sound like “Blargh blah blaaaaargh” and is best not given too much thought.

Wearing any lycra at all allows people to jokingly call you “Lance Armstrong” and ask if you’re off to the Tour De France.

Red light jumping, pavement riding cyclists allow any motorist to put your life at risk even if they’ve just watched you scrupulously obeying traffic law throughout your ride.

Injure any part of your body whilst cycling, and people will say that you should have been wearing a helmet.

Injure any part of your body whilst cycling, and people will say that it was good you were wearing a helmet.

The best day for a long ride will always be the day where you can’t be out of the house for more than a couple of hours.

The further you are from your bicycle, the more ridiculous you look in lycra (unless you are a member of a glam rock band).

If you don’t want to get wet, pack your waterproofs. Because then it won’t rain.

No queue of stationary traffic is so close that a motorist won’t overtake you to reach it.

The wet crisp packet is summer’s equivalent of damp autumn leaves.

My first 100 miler … well, almost!

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Filed under General Cycling

Last year I decided to try and do 100 miles.

I’d previously done, 10, 15, 25, 50, and 75, so then next target was the 100, and I decided it would be a good idea to combine it with the hand-over of the Northern CycleChat relay jersey.

In typical male fashion I did the planning well in advance (the night before), and loaded with Lucozade and snack bars, I set off towards York to meet up with Arch. To stay away from the busier A roads, I built up my ride on Google Maps. It was, with hindsight, to be part of my downfall!

20 miles in and I was feeling great. Roads were fairly quite, a strong back wind was blowing me along, and I was doing well for time. The quiet roads I’d picked turned out to be quite hilly, but what the hell, the sun was shining, the air was fresh, and the view was lovely. At one point I didn’t see a car or tractor for nearly 30 mins.

Up and up I went. Then I looked around and couldn’t see any hills bigger than the one I was at the top of. That’s when it happened. The most fun and scary part of the ride! I crested the hill and after briefly noticing the warning sign (the one with the really steep slope on it), I grabbed the bars, put my head down, clenched my cheeks, and headed down the other side.

What a thrill. The previously quite hum of the tyres turned into a roaring whirr and I shot down the hill like a bullet. Within seconds I was doing over 20mph and picking up speed, 25, 30, 35, shouting excitedly at the animals in the fields either side of me, then I hit 40mph! YES!!!! WHAT A BUZZ! It was with an equally inverted buzz that I noticed the shallow, gravelled turn at the bottom of the hill. Panic, hit the brakes, let go of them again before I fly over the bars, and finally slow down just in time for the turn. The best 30 seconds of fun I’ve had in a long while!

The rest of the ride into York was plain sailing and having completed 53 miles I finally arrived at the Minster to meet up with Arch. (Cue hand-over photo).

Arch took me to a lovely little cafe on the other side of the Minster where we sat outside and enjoyed great food and conversation, before she helped me head out of town on the Fulford Road.

I said goodbye and set about doing the next 50 miles. Unfortunately I was now heading into the strong wind that had helped to push me along in the morning, and at around 70 miles I had to stop and take a lie down in a field because my knees were beginning to hurt.

The next 10 miles were hard work and I had to stop more frequently to rest the knees, but I was determined to continue as far as I could. This is where the last minute Google map planning tripped me up! I’d thought I was joining the A645 into Goole from a side road, however in reality it was a dead-end and I had to go around for 4 miles to get back to where I wanted to be.

I struggled on through Goole towards Howden, but once I got to Howden I couldn’t carry on. I’d completed 94 miles but just couldn’t squeeze those extra 6 miles in. If I’d tried I’m sure I would have done myself a serious injury, so I resigned myself to getting my 100 miler done another time and called in the Cavalry (my bruvva wiv da big van!).

Finally got home around 9:30pm. Hugged the missus, jumped into a warm bath, climbed out, and slept for England.

What a day!

(I plan to try again this year – maybe drafting some of the East Yorkshire CC Crew) :-)

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