So, some time last weekend, in between the cake and the cycling and the chat on other topics (we do occasionally talk about subjects other than cycling), the conversation turned to future campaigning plans. I have now been involved in cycle campaigning in one form or another for over six years and there are times when it feels like pushing a peanut uphill with your nose. We have now covered the entire electoral cycle from one Holyrood parliament to another, plus assorted referenda as well as local, European, general and snap elections. While things have undoubtedly moved on, there has always been a feeling that we were ‘the cyclists’ who speak for the tiny minority of hairy-arsed outsiders who ride bikes instead of driving cars like normal people, and who endlessly bang on about things that nobody really cares about except other cycling nutters.
This despite the fact that we have in fact been endlessly been banging on about things like public health and congestion and pollution and climate change and childhood freedom and happiness: things that we kind of hoped that everyone cares about. And maybe they do, but they haven’t connected it with the ability for people to get about, for short journeys, using the most efficient means known to man, woman or, indeed, salmon.* And yet, these things continue to matter and we continue to believe that we have the answer, or part of the answer, to many of the problems that plague Scotland today, with the exception of the midgies.
And then our First Minister stood up in the Scottish Parliament on Tuesday and made the explicit connection between public health and active travel – and then put (some of) her money where her mouth was to boot
Now I know (because I’ve been told by many people online) that this isn’t enough, that it could be wasted on the wrong things, that it’s not worth celebrating until we see it happen, etc, etc. And I know that people are cynical and possibly even rightly so. But you know what? I’ve campaigned six hard years for any kind of announcement even half as positive as this and so I say sod it, I’m going to celebrate anyway.
If anyone feels that is premature, then they are very welcome to join me in the next round of nasal uphill peanut pushing, which will resume in a week or so after we’ve recovered our senses. I should warn you, though, that it’s a hell of a lot harder than going on Twitter and having a whinge. Although there is a certain element of that…
* and certainly vastly more efficient than pushing a peanut uphill with your nose