Richard Ballantine RIP

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Bromptonaut

Rohan Man
Location
Bugbrooke UK
Only picked up this news in last couple of days when it was reported in Cycletouring.

Richard's Bicycle book, initially borrowed from the library, turned me from a bike rider into a cyclist. His chapter on traffic jamming was an education. RB advocated primary before the word was invented - I think he called it riding high.

This afternoon I've been servicing the tip bike we got for The Lad to take to Uni and drawing heavily on the knowledge and confidence gained thorty five years ago from the relevant bits of Richard.
 

Gravity Aided

Legendary Member
Location
Land of Lincoln
A fine book. His folks produced a great many books, including many on World War II. Wikipedia also credits him with founding Bicycle Magazine.
 

Mad Doug Biker

Banned from every bar in the Galaxy
Location
Craggy Island
I particularly remember a chapter near the end of the book about design of cycle-friendly towns, and Stevenage was touted as being a shining example. Little did I know I would end up working there (here) and doing much cycling along the cycle paths.

And is it?


Reading the thread title, I personally thought it was the guy from The Dragon's Den, but then realised that is Gordon Bannatine (I think) :blush:
 

YahudaMoon

Über Member
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Never heard of him 'Richard Ballantine'

Till just now, went and checked my book shelf and found the above guide, its very old though very informative and has been introduce by Richard Ballantine.

Also credits my Friend Sheila Simpson as a contributor from Audax :smile:

Gotta be the same Sheila?
 
And is it?

Yes, somewhat. The original cyclepath network is great and a pleasure to ride on, apart from:

1. The local yoofs prefer to walk on the cyclepaths 3 abreast rather than the adjacent pavement.
2. All the utilities run along the cyclepaths rather than the roads, so they are often being dug up which means they are left all bumpy
afterwards. There is no incentive to resurface them properly.
3. They forgot about the design away from the town centre so many cyclepaths have been bolted on to the roads afterwards, usual rubbish going on and off the pavement. I just ignore the pavement bits and cycle on the road.

Interesting article here:
http://www.roadswerenotbuiltforcars.com/stevenage/

And for real Stevenage cycling afficionados:
http://cycleseven.org/stevenage2012
 

That Stevenage link led me to this delight:

“Your lady correspondent ‘Madeline’ takes a very rosy view of the bicycle and its riders, which makes me believe she looks wholly from the outside. She may be a married lady ; but if so her husband doesn’t ride the bicycle, as mine does. It is a very pretty sight to see a row of riders glide by on their silent wheels, as ‘Madeline’ describes them, and if the experience ends when the bicycles pass out of sight there is nothing but pleasure in it; but when a woman has to live day after day with a bicycle rider, she soon learns what a nuisance the ‘wheel’ is.

“When my husband comes home from a ‘run,’ as he calls it, he…raises a terrible row if supper isn’t ready, and the way he eats would make a coal-heaver envious. Then he drags his dirty old wheel through the house, leaving his oily finger-marks on all the door-knobs, and shouts out to me that he has burst the buttons off his knee-breeches or torn a hole in his stockings, and I must drop everything and fix him up in decent order. Every few weeks he has to buy a new uniform, because ‘the club’ has voted to change it.

“Every one of these uniforms is more horrid in color and cut than the one before it, but he keeps on buying them, and I can’t get half the dresses that I am actually suffering for. As for the club meetings, I never could see what they were for, except to change the uniform, as I hear nothing else about them, though there must be a good deal of discussion about it, for they are held almost every other night.

“Before my husband bought his bicycle, we used to make pleasure trips on Sundays to the cemetery, to see the grave of his mother-in-law; but now on summer Sundays there is always a ‘meet’ somewhere, and I don’t see him from morning till night. I suppose he improves (?) the time by riding up and down in front of the windows of ‘Madeline,’ and other women who like such things; but if any fellow comes riding by my house, I always feel like setting the dog at him.

“I see that some other ladies agree with ‘Madeline,’ and perhaps ‘most all do ; but I hope you will not refuse to print this in your paper, to show there is One who Doesn’t.”

Touch of Jerome K Jerome there, the timeless story of a cycling widow.
 
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