Today I commuted on the VFR.<\/p>\n
When I got to work I hopped off the bike and did a little dance and didn’t stop smiling for at least an hour (even though it was 6.45am when I arrived at work).<\/p>\n
And on the homewards leg, when I arrived back at my house, I danced around the VFR singing loudly and smiling.<\/p>\n
Even now my heart is full of such joy – this is what commuting on a motorbike can do for you.<\/p>\n
Tomorrow I will catch a train to London, and then I shall ride on the Victoria line from Euston to Victoria.<\/p>\n
Then I shall walk, about a mile, down to Westminster, dodging people as I go.<\/p>\n
After a five-hour technical meeting, I shall walk the mile back from Westminster to Victoria, I shall submerge myself underground, and shall ride back to Euston.<\/p>\n
Then I shall endure the homeward leg on The World’s Most Expensive Railway.<\/p>\n
You want to reckon whether I’ll be singing and dancing and smiling when I get off the train in Rugby, at 7pm tomorrow evening?<\/p>\n
Or when I get off the tube at Euston, before I get my train back home?<\/p>\n
The inhumanity that we, in this country, seem to accept with no thought of rejection, that we inflict upon our commuting selves every day, is indescribable.<\/p>\n
Since when did it become acceptable to shoe-horn people in to spaces so crammed with other humans that the threat of injury is very real?<\/p>\n
Am I the only person who can remember that the Moorgate Tube Disaster produced rules (rules, not guidelines) on acceptable limits of square footage per passenger?<\/p>\n
Am I the only person who can remember that the needlessly high death rate at Moorgate was because of overcrowding?<\/p>\n
Does anyone – ever – get off the rush-hour underground, singing and dancing and happy and smiling (other than in satisfaction at having got out alive)?<\/p>\n
The elephant in the room that is London’s transport calamity (because no matter how or where one looks, it is a terrible calamity), is that the entire transport network has reached capacity.<\/p>\n
Where does London go from here?<\/p>\n
Seriously.<\/p>\n
Where does London’s rammed transport network go from here?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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