Get Yourself Seen!

It’s definitely dark out there at 6.15am. The crepuscular inkiness of just a week ago has been slowly subdued by the aggressive and encroaching hours of darkness. I have been using a Hope Vision 1 for the past 4 years now and it is the best light in the world ever. Stick some decent nicads in there and it’s all the light you’ll need. My Dad (of ‘shit off a shovel’ fame) used to call them nicads, so i now find myself calling them nicads in recognition of the fact that I am slowly becoming my dad, but hopefully without the long ponytail and slobbering dogs. The light is of sufficient strength that you have to point it downwards lest you blind the oncoming traffic and it also serves to encourage car drivers to dim their lights before they’ve come round the corner. It’s cracking, highly recommended. However, with a great light comes great responsibility, and to be blunt about it, I’m fed up with being blinded by commuting cyclists in town pumping out more candlepower than a Bastille day son et lumière. Being seen is one thing, being blinded by your fellow road users is another thing altogether.

If this doesn’t make you want dig out that chopper and fire up an ever-ready box lamp then nothing will… the middle eight is arguably the apex of british songwriting over the last 50 years.

I also won some lights in the VC Walcot hillclimb last weekend so promptly stuck these little beauties on the front and back. They strobe quite nicely and with the Hope Vision i feel suddenly a whole lot more visible on the lanes of North Somerset.

lights marginally less bright than incredibly bright club kit 

The only issue i’ve noticed is a similar ‘raising of the game’ amongst car manufacturers. Gone are the anaemic and milky halogens of yore. Nowadays no car is complete without a set of retina-detaching, high-pulse, 6 billion lumen headlights that steer around the corner and blind the hapless cyclist – even when dimmed. Twice this morning I came across some sort of vorchsprung technodrang wagon with lights taken from a CIA interrogation room, but on full beam. I had to stop at the side of the road because i couldn’t see a darn thing. After the car went past (probably bemused by the angry, fist-shaking, blind cyclist) i was left with two pulsing blotches in the centre of my vision for about 5 minutes.

On the way home today a van driver was incredibly considerate at one of Bristol’s hairier junctions. He then stopped a little way up the road. I made a point of stopping and saying thank you. He laughed kindly, said it was no problem and seemed a little relieved that I wasn’t a crazy mentalist. Belle said later that it’s good to thank people for doing good things.


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  1. Paulsie spotted you on the folding bike with flat cap and a very gay cycling style (towards the end of the film) coming upto a junction or had you be bedazzled by a vorsprung technocrout again!!!

    1. dan of levrie rhas one i think. he said he had to turn the strobe setting off because it actually strobed his vision and made the real world end up like a chemical brothers light show. personally, i don’t want to blind cars, i fear that it might be counterproductive to blind the driver of a ton of aluminium and steel heading rapidly towards me.

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