But we *are* Holier than Thou



There was an eye-opening piece on BBC.co.uk yesterday, all about the soaring success of folding bikes on trains.

Apparently, there are too many of the origami specials and fellow passengers want them banned in rush hour.

And we thought we were part of the solution…

Anyway, the gist of the comments from train commuters – echoed, in all quarters, by motorists, hating the fact we can weave in and out of traffic jams – is that cyclists are smug and sanctimonious.

Well, it’s hard not to be smug when you’re on the only form of urban transport that has any likelihood of getting you to a destination on time.


Sanctimonious? Well, cycling does have a patron saint, the Madonna of Ghisallo. She’s been looking out for non-motorised two-wheelers since Pope Pius XII made her patroness of cyclists in 1949.

But, with a university degree in religious studies, surely I can dig out a better bike-based deity than a minor Italian saint? And I can. Catholics can keep their mountain-side patroness but I’d like to propose that heathen cyclists should adopt a full-blown God.



Let me introduce you to Taranis, a British Celtic sun god. His symbol is a rather modern looking spoked wheel. It’s meant to represent the solar wheel ie the sun. If he were knocking around today I reckon Taranis would favour a carbon-fibre spoked wheel.

Don’t you think Taranis, as pictured at the top of the page, looks a little bit like Yehuda Moon? I love the way he’s triumphantly signing that bikes will always beat cars through city centre traffic. Or something like that.

The image of Taranis at the top of the page is from the Gundestrup cauldron, 200 – 100 BCE. The image of a mould for an applique figure, thought to be Taranis, again with a wheel – although it could also be a Terry’s Chocolate Orange, too – was found in Corbridge not a million miles from Quickrelease.tv central. Pix from Kerunnos.com