On yer bike!
The car is still in dry-dock.
This may not seem to be particularly startling to many but it does have its practical problems.
Eamon Ryan is the leader of the Green mob, and we are in the unfortunate position where his miserable alliance with the gubment, allowing them to stay in power means that he is making the most of his position of influence And boy is he making the most of it.
During the pandemic he rolled out endless cycle-ways and “pedestrianised” great swathes around the city, pushing most traffic into a single lane or even blocking off already congested traffic routes. His answer to all of this is simple – Go Green.
Ryan is of the mind that any journey under five kilometers [three miles in old money] does not need a car. All we have to do is walk or cycle. Any journey longer than that should be done by bus or train.
He should try living outside his little bubble of idiotic smug complacency.
He should try living in the country.
As distances go, I’m not too far from the village. I’m certainly well within the five kilometer radius so should be able to walk or cycle? It sounds so simple when you are canvassing for the eco-warrior green vote and live on fairly level ground. But let’s look at the practicality of his smug little preaching. I don’t have a bike. I do have two legs but there is still a bit of a problem. Suppose I want to buy something simple, like for example a couple of liters of milk and five kilos of spuds? A small order as orders go but I now have a very heavy bag to lug home. While I live within the “walkable” radius horizontally there is also the small matter of fact that the Manor is about four hundred feet vertically speaking from the village. That is getting very close to heart attack distance in my book.
As it happens, we are well stocked up with groceries having had a delivery on Monday. However an emergency arose during the week – Herself was running low on fags! The problem here was that I couldn’t ask anyone to buy them for me/her on the way through the village because of the cost – we’re quickly approaching the hundred yoyo mark for a reasonable supply and I wouldn’t expect anyone to have that kind of cash in their pockets.
So without a car we would be royally fucked.
Fortunately Very Good Friend called up this morning. She drove me down and back to the fag crisis is averted. But not everyone has a Very Good Friend.
Is it any wonder I nearly burst a blood vessel whenever I hear that steaming idiot Ryan pontificating about his insect eating, windmill powered heaven where we all dance in the meadows to the sound of the skylark.
He really is a despicable, smug little cunt.
I don’t think Mr Ryan would approve any application you might make to retain a car in order to get to the village for fags.
It’s none of Ryan’s business what I buy in the village. Tomorrow I have to somehow collect a very important prescription. That’s none of his business either.
I know my problem is a lack of car. I’m just pointing out how difficult life is without one if you live outside a city.
I know only too well. I am in a similar position. I live on the edge of a small town, with a limited bus route, and the nearest bus stop is down a fairly steep hill which is now beyond my level of fitness to tackle. My misses is no longer able to drive, due to eyesight problems and we will be stuffed if/when my health means I can no longer drive.
Senora O’Blene gave me an electric bike six years ago, and while I never ride it during crap weather, I do like an easy ride on a fine day to the shops a mile away! The trip is effortless, and when I once picked up a lovely neighbour’s stuff as well as our own when she was poorly, when I got back home, I could hardly lift her bags, let alone our own, so these machines really do make a difference!
Forget the very expensive bikes, just spend around 500 quid, buy a crash hat and the world’s your lobster…
When was the last time this numpty walked 3 miles, in the rain, carrying 2 heavy bags of shopping? Whether it’s in a town or the country is irrelevant. These tunnel visioned, single issue, completely out of touch with reality, twats, seem to infest councils, authorities, and “It’s for your own good” organisations. Unfortunately, it’s a waste of time trying to reason with them, as they will take their stupidity and best you over the head with it.
You’re not getting the right message, are you? You’re not supposed to live in a village, you’re supposed to live in a city, preferably one of the new, 15 minute cities. Pretty soon plebs aren’t going to be allowed to live in the countryside, it’ll be reserved for our betters.
That’s the problem with these Oh-so-clever and arrogant townies. They haven’t the slightest clue how people live outside towns and cities. They have forgotten that an important purpose of the town or vllage, and one that their economy depends upon, is to serve the needs of the rural population by centralising facilities and commerce. Even more importantly they have forgotten that they depend on the rural areas for their essentials like food, leisure, water, power and anything else that needs space. We rural folk can survive without them, we have farms, wood, streams and stuff, but their towns can’t survive without us.
I quite understand Grandad. Every time i hear one of these eco fascists i want to deal out the comrade Stalin treatment – 2 min trial, find them guilty , then out the back of the Lubiyanka for a bullet.