Cycling, watching myself cycle

I can’t begin to explain just how happy my new cycling jacket makes me when I cycle while wearing it.

It’s not a particularly exciting jacket: it’s bright yellow, admittedly, with super-reflective piping along the inside and outside of the arms. It has a hood under a velcro strip, and when the front is zipped up its warming capability is on a par with a ski jacket that’s three times its weight. Otherwise it’s unremarkable.

But when I wear the jacket, and I bomb around in my usual loping, veering way, I look down at my bejacketed arms and think: I look like a serious cyclist. This article of clothing is as genuine as articles get. I don’t look like me. I look like someone else, who’s maybe wearing the yellow jersey, is certainly stick-thin and grinning out of his up-hill-and-down-dale suntan at the camera.

When I wear my jacket I gaze out of the very lifestyle-aspirational tag that was attached to it when I bought it. I’m not just being a cyclist; I’m playing at being a cyclist. I’m caught up in the stories told about my mode of transport.

The moment passes; I have to look where I’m going; there’s oncoming traffic that won’t work out how to move out of the way. But don’t mess with me now, man. I’m cycling, therefore I’m fly.

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2 Responses to Cycling, watching myself cycle

  1. K says:

    I found that I got a lot less aggression from motorists when I first started wearing a fluorescent jacket (a tabard-y affair rather than your thing of all-covering luminous wonder). I think this is for the reasons you describe – you look like someone who knows what they’re doing and belongs on the road.

    Also, buying fluorescent stuff does wonders for SAD.

  2. I think being seen is actually far more important than a helmet as if you’re seen, there should be no excuse for mowing you down whatsoever.

    I just have a cheap neon tabard, but it does the job. With bright red jacket underneath.

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