Glow worm
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Ambling idly along the lanes among the rolling hills east of Newmarket earlier, as the umpteenth volvo whizzed past at about 90mph within a foot or so of my handlebars, I was reminded of something I read about cycling in India while I was on holiday last week.
In a book by Chris Smith (many on here will probably be familiar with), called 'Why don't you fly? - backdoor to Beijing by bicycle', describing his journey from Worcestershire to Beijing by bike, Smith likens the hierachy on India's roads with its deeply ingrained caste system.
Lorries and buses are at the top of the chain, followed by cars and vans, rickshaws and scooters occupy the next tier and right at the bottom, ''only the pedestrian defers to the cyclist''. According to smith, motorists in India use their horns like emergency services use sirens to get the lower castes out of their way. (That bit sounds quite familiar). On hearing approaching horns, apparently Indian cyclists immediately leave the road ''scattering like wildebeest ambushed by a lion'' only rejoining the carriageway after the moton has passed by.
Flippin' eck! Don't fancy that one bit. So as old flabby chops in his volvo hereabouts whizzes dangerously past today I'm thinking I guess things could be a whole lot worse and my middle finger remains unusually fixed to my handlebars instead of being raised! For now anyway.
In a book by Chris Smith (many on here will probably be familiar with), called 'Why don't you fly? - backdoor to Beijing by bicycle', describing his journey from Worcestershire to Beijing by bike, Smith likens the hierachy on India's roads with its deeply ingrained caste system.
Lorries and buses are at the top of the chain, followed by cars and vans, rickshaws and scooters occupy the next tier and right at the bottom, ''only the pedestrian defers to the cyclist''. According to smith, motorists in India use their horns like emergency services use sirens to get the lower castes out of their way. (That bit sounds quite familiar). On hearing approaching horns, apparently Indian cyclists immediately leave the road ''scattering like wildebeest ambushed by a lion'' only rejoining the carriageway after the moton has passed by.
Flippin' eck! Don't fancy that one bit. So as old flabby chops in his volvo hereabouts whizzes dangerously past today I'm thinking I guess things could be a whole lot worse and my middle finger remains unusually fixed to my handlebars instead of being raised! For now anyway.