Daily downloads of the CycleStreets Android app are strongly correlated with the weather. Snow == very low, sunny == high. I'm pretty sure this wasn't the case this time last year, so I wonder if the audience for the app is changing somehow. Modern day not-quite-joking protocol suggests that, at this point, I say something like other cycle navigation apps are available. This is true, but they're not as good.
Let's be careful out there. As my chum Brownhills Bob explains, road salt is not fairy dust.
But then I would say that, wouldn't I.
I haven't been to Brownhills. Or Burntwood. Or Lichfield, come to that. I have been to swimming pool at Cheslyn Hay, which was a lovely, but in the main the area immediately north of Birmingham remains something of an unknown country.
In case I've not been clear enough, I wrote the CycleStreets Android app. The website and the routing engine the app (and those other apps I half-heartedly mentioned) relies on are the work of others.
When we last bought a car one of the things, because it amused me, we did on the test drive was shut both the kids in the boot. We concluded that a dead body, even one wrapped in a carpet, would comfortably fit inside. I have a feeling I picked this idea up from a Warren Zevon song, although which one escapes me at the moment because I've got Loudon Wainwright's Cash for Clunkers stuck in my head. Christ knows what these people where thinking of though.