Since the floods, the cycle cut-through between the Ballardesque gated development on the Burford Road and the roundabout on the Hailey Road has been somewhat dangerous. Some parts of the path surface have been washed away, which makes the road uneven. Not impassable, but you have to take care.
In response the local council—or it might be some sort of confused vandal—have managed to make it practically a death-trap, by filling the potholes with loosely packed gravel. The inverted piles of little stones act as a sort of tiger-trap: from a distance they look like normal gravelly second-class-traveller road, but they give way alarmingly and unpredictably if you try to negotiate them on a tyre any narrower than your palm. Worse, several of them are close to a drop into a drainage ditch some two feet below the road surface. Woe betide anyone who loses stability there!
Has anyone on the council ever tried to cycle through three inches of gravel? More pertinently, have any of these fat, complacent turds ever tried to cycle at all? Given that most cycling provision is based on either the model of cycles being a sort of laminar-thin equivalent of a car that somehow still has a car’s strength, stability, road presence and crumple zones, or that of a sort of wheeled pedestrian, moving slowly and being confined to the relatively dangerous cycle paths, then that seems unlikely.
And as far as I can tell they tend to think of cyclists themselves as weird, comparatively sticklike and gangly creatures that aren’t in need of a Shopmobility and involve themselves in the aberrant activity of Commuting Without Car. Any more of this and they’ll be giving me motorized transport until my spine heals.