I learned yesterday that there actually isn't really a 'cycling community' like the idealistic notion that exists in my mind..
Took the kids out over to the next town along the coast yesterday along sustrans 2.. Child seat and trailer were the mode of transport and we had ourselves a spiffing time..
On the way back along a couple of miles or so of disused railway line I got a puncture, which was a pain in the arse as I wanted to get home pretty sharpish as the grandparents were very shortly due to be gracing us with their presence.. With this in mind and adding to the fact that the kids were tired and hungry I did the macho thing and called Mrs Yunki to come and extract us by car from the next road access point..
The thing that bugged me though, as I pushed the heavily loaded wagon up the track, was 8 or 9 cyclists that passed without even acknowledging us, let alone enquiring to see if we needed assistance..
This isn't a busy commuter trail in the inner city either, this is friendly, wave and smile and stop to chat Devon, and I wasn't exactly a fixie **** with a broken nail or a scruffy yout' with my mates in tow.. I was a cyclist struggling with two pre-school children and a loaded bike
Maybe we looked like we were having fun, or perhaps every cyclist that passed was an STWer that recognised my face and was stifling a malicious snigger..?
Whatever the cause, I felt a bit miffed for a second or two (and obviously again now)