When David Byrne began ridÂing a bicyÂcle in late-sevÂenÂties and earÂly-eightÂies New York, he drew funÂny looks on the street. But the conÂveÂnience of rolling from neighÂborÂhood to neighÂborÂhood, parÂty to parÂty, and gallery to gallery on two wheels couldÂn’t be denied, and now, over three decades latÂer, we find Byrne has evolved to occuÂpy a unique set of parÂalÂlel careers: singer-songÂwriter, artist of many media (includÂing but not limÂitÂed to Microsoft PowÂerÂPoint), and urban cycling advoÂcate. Over the past few years, what with sharply risÂing gas prices and a reinÂvigÂoÂratÂed pubÂlic interÂest in how betÂter to use our cities, the world has paid espeÂcialÂly close attenÂtion to the latÂter third of Byrne’s work. He’s respondÂed by writÂing, tourÂing, lecÂturÂing, and even indusÂtriÂal-designÂing (bike racks, that is) in supÂport of the humÂble bicyÂcle, if not as humanÂiÂty’s only hope, then at least as a pretÂty darn perÂsonÂalÂly and socialÂly effecÂtive way of getÂting from point A to point B.
“You don’t realÂly need the spanÂdex,” Byrne writes in his book BicyÂcle Diaries, whose pubÂliÂcaÂtion occaÂsioned the above New York Times video proÂfile. He advoÂcates cycling neiÂther as a hard-chargÂing sport nor as an atavisÂtic hit of childÂhood whimÂsy, but as a full-fledged means of daiÂly transÂportaÂtion. Not only does he wear regÂuÂlar clothes doing it, but in this video he actuÂalÂly goes helÂmetÂless, albeit on the car-free HudÂson RivÂer GreenÂway. As expressed in both book and video, Byrne’s thoughts on the exhilÂaÂraÂtion of cycling through cities — “there’s a sense of floatÂing through the landÂscape, watchÂing it as it goes by, but you can stop at any moment if someÂthing catchÂes your eye” — have kept me on my own bike. I ride it in Los AngeÂles, a city of clear weathÂer and flat terÂrain that someÂtimes strikes me as an ideÂal cycling enviÂronÂment — until Byrne or someÂone else bring up EuroÂpean towns, like CopenÂhagen or ModÂeÂna, through which tykes, octoÂgeÂnarÂiÂans, and everyÂone in between ride regÂuÂlarÂly and fearÂlessÂly. Even North AmerÂiÂca’s most bike-friendÂly cities haven’t reached that levÂel yet, but with advoÂcates as creÂative and unbuÂreauÂcratÂic as David Byrne advisÂing them (though someÂtimes with sugÂgesÂtions as grand as “bury the West Side HighÂway”), sureÂly it’s only a matÂter of time.
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
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Three cheers for the regÂuÂlar clothes.
But no cheers for the helÂmetÂlessÂness.
Cyclist safeÂty is depenÂdent on many more aspects than helÂmet wearÂing. I cycle in the NetherÂlands: almost no one here wears helÂmets, about 30% of daiÂly jourÂneys is by bike. NumÂber of deaths of cyclists last year? 5. I’d say that sepÂaÂratÂed cycling infraÂstrucÂture and betÂter cross roads design are more conÂducive to cyclist safeÂty than helÂmets.
Come ride in ChiÂna. I don’t wear a helÂmet maybe a misÂtake. There are also places in the world that WERE friendÂly for bike ridÂing, 16 years ago BeiÂjing was like that. Now it’s more and more and more and more cars and less and less and less room for the bikes. I still ride about once or twice a week to do some part time teachÂing on the side but I’m a big guy so my butt is a but sore after a 1hr ride one way but it’s good for me, the polÂluÂtion is anothÂer stoÂry.
If you can get a “tracÂtor seat” they’re very comÂfortÂable. Not the fastest thing in the world but worth the trade-off if you’re not racÂing :D