What to do with bikes at campsites
dombat
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I'm thinking of starting cycle camping soon.
What do people do with their bikes at night?
Do you lock them to a tree, have them tied to the tent, parked in a bike rack, etc?
I don't really want to carry a heavy lock but will if that's what people recommend.
What do people do with their bikes at night?
Do you lock them to a tree, have them tied to the tent, parked in a bike rack, etc?
I don't really want to carry a heavy lock but will if that's what people recommend.
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Lincolnshire is mostly flat... but the wind is mostly in your face!
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sorta "bike pyjamas"
heres a recent photo of the bikes tucked up in islay
i lforgot the 4mx4m tarp left it in the van
i wouldnt be keen leaving bikes all day if you were away unless they were locked to something solid
generally the western isles and islands its not too much of a problem
as regards theft
wouldnt like to tempt fate tho
I want to do this! why do I live in London?!
How long do you have to give it when starting a new job before you censored off for a months cycling?... more than a week?
just to rub salt in yer wounds im off for 5 in for two
then off to the western isles for SIXTEEN DAYS
Park 'em up and leave 'em alone . Let 'em lay on the ground or leant against a tree , a wall , whatever , unshackled . Fettle 'em if you need . But , generally , get on with whatever you're there for . R & R isn't it ?
If ( after reading the preceding posts : certainly ) , unlike me , you're beset by issues of insecurity , you've heaped a huge burden upon yourself , which knows no end . Insecurity breeds insecurity . And so on ...
Most bikers - touring CTC type bikers to the fore here - in my experience , have a proper regard for their mounts but an inflated sense of their value within the eyes of others . Their steeds , in general , look so much like sheds and heaps of junk to any bystander that their appeal to the opportunistic thief must , surely , be near zero . To me , without doubt .
I've been around the cafe kerfuffle ; the hostel ; B&B ; often enough , with the world famous ' Velo -Wobbly-Wheels ' where it takes an aeon - seemslike - where everyone habitually p'ffafs about with their ruddy locks and chains and bent iron bars to wonder at the insanity of it all . Who , on this earth would want to purloin these heaps of scrap ?
Revealingly , perhaps , to all you nervous types , I also don't wear a crash helmet . Old school . Yes , in my sixties now , and never a problem . Also the back door to my house is always unlocked ( I can't get the censored to lock , actually . But it's been like that for many a year now ) .
Complacent ? Not really , but I place more trust in the common good of human nature than not . I seem to have managed O.K. up to now without the near crippling burden of ' what if 's ..? ' without end .
So , my advice would be to chuck those wires and irons and locks ( remembering , the rascals who manufacture them want to make you feel insecure ) . And , to borrow the surfer's maxim : " hang loose " .
No you've just never been burgled or ad a bike stolen. Yet. No doubt you'd sing a different tune if you ever had.
Aside from being naffed off . No , I think not . And I certainly wouldn't be singing a tune .
I've experienced pits to be sure , but it's called 'taking my 'lumps' ' when they happen . An easier life is had thereby .
I'd say chill too (though I do wrap a line through both wheels at campsites
Arthur
PS - security's a bit like global warming I suspect, all a big hype. I mean, it was only 30 years ago we were supposedly barrelling headlong into the next ice age :roll:
Sic itur ad astra
Don't know if you remember me but I know thee from UKAI . Although I only happen through there sporadically now , as I 'm still the world's leading dunce on astro-imaging I'm afraid . Saps the spirit when all around are so bloody good at it .
Although , as age is also a feature in my life now , equally it's the same for the legs ; heart ; lungs .
I also have old legs/heart/lungs - hence getting back on a bike, especially after all those years smoking (boy, was I stupid!)
Arthur
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" all those years smoking (boy, was I stupid!) " Yes , me too . I still enjoy whiffing the weed when passing the social outcasts that are smokers nowadays outside on the pavements , doorways and so on . I feel their pain !
BTW - I just checked - you've still got me in your links on your website . A 20" , flex-rockered Dob' 'scope . Remember ?
Right - you have a link to Ambermile there that's old, although it will still get there!
Funny - we go to star parties with hundreds of people and have the great unwashed public wandering around night and day but we still leave thousands of pounds-worth of astro equipment laying around the tents. Why are bikes any different I ask myself?
Arthur
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Good point . But I can only imagine it though , as I have yet to get myself along to a 'star party ' .
I had a wonderful bit of 'Cooke of York' iron casting for the Cooke equatorial I have swiped from out of my backyard a decade or so back it must be said . I 'm sure it wasn 't astro thieves ( if they exist ) , more like scrap opportunists I imagine . Back then it was worth a few quid to the astro nut , and pennies to the scrap merchant . They probably got a few pints out of it .
Oh , well .
Yeah yeah yeah. Wait until it happens to you. 'It's only a bike' until you come back to find it's gone. Now imagine that happens and your holiday is down the swanee as well. Yes it's not worth obsessing about security (eg covering the bike with a tarpaulin!!!), but sensible precautions can save a lot of heartache.
I was , I suppose , awaiting the predictable response as here . A little disappointed to see it occur . However , I would read into your post the implicit assumption that I don't take ' sensible precautions ' . How would you know ? To what degree ?
My one bike related incident happened in 1992 after a wonderful three month ride around Italy and the continent , panniered and lockless . I left the bike , fully loaded , on numerous occasions so that I could stretch my legs and indulge in a wee bit 'o'kulture here and there . Within a week of my return I went to the splendid ( before it was 'modernised' ) Mosley street art gallery in central Manchester , and - without precedent this - I took along a cable bike lock and chained it to the railings without . It wasn't too long a cable and I could only thread it through the front wheel and frame to the railings . 'Lo ! and upon my return there was my steed without a rear wheel .
Yes , I was cheesed off . But , ho - hum , off to Harry Halls' I went and got a new wheel . I needed one anyway as the stolen one was dangerously worn and thin on the rim's side wall .
Incidentally , it's within my noggin always , to accept the fact that I may have to walk it home after a mechanical collapse , wherever that may occur . And have done on several occasions ( a near eighteen miler early on this year in fact ). I 'm also , by now , fairly inured to the complete lack of concern when other bikers pass me by , as I'm trudging home carrying the collapsed frame / wheel or whatever and the best I could expect is maybe a nod as they whistle by . Oh yes , bicycle camaraderie !