The Life-Sized City Blog

I haven't been on a bicycle for 7 days. The reason? A couple of cracked ribs. I've tried each and every day to cycle, but it hasn't been possible. When a simple cough is enough to bring tears to your eyes, riding a bicycle is a long shot. A serious blow to my pride but hey, at least I can walk around the neighbourhood. Which is nice. Many Danish cities have small cars like these to measure the level of comfort on the bicycle infrastructure . I have a better, cheaper idea. The city should just give citizens with broken or cracked ribs a smartphone, with activated GPS and a live line to a person at the Bicycle Office. Then they just ride around the city. Every time an OWWWW! or groan is heard, the GPS location is registered. That way the city will be able to map the spots that need maintenence. Now broken ribs are one thing, but what of citizens with more serious injuries or disabilities? So I thought I'd whips together this article with photos of Copenhageners an...

Five Wheels, Three Arms , originally uploaded by [Zakkaliciousness] . I waited behind them, snapped a shot. But then as i waited I was wondering why the chap would choose a tricyle. He looked all dapper and casual in his suit and scarf and even engaged the girl next to him in a charming exchange of words and smiles. I figured it was a style choice, that bike. Fair enough. It's a trendy European city. When the light changed, he cycled away, keeping his right hand in his pocket. Or so I thought. It was then i realised that he was missing his right arm. Of course. That's why he pedals around on a tricycle. And how wonderful and Copenhagenesque that he still chooses a bike over other transport forms. And looks sharp in doing so. There are so few reasons not to ride.