September: I want to ride my bicycle. I want to ride my bike.
It’s Friday afternoon and I’m on duty. You see, I have to be an educational force and law enforcer too. Each week I do three duties: before, during and after school. In the playing field of war, I stand sentry, scope out potential trouble, call for back up if kids go over the top. It’s me against a battalion of hormones – somehow peace usually reigns. Today, my detail is to watch at the turning circle, ensuring students leave in an orderly fashion. Given we have a mass of students walking out and a cavalcade of buses coming in, cyclists must walk their bikes off the premises. Under no circumstances must they ride them- this is for their own safety. My job is to ensure this. I get the rule, but I don’t like it. Because for me, bikes represent freedom; I don’t want to get in the way of that. Films are responsible for this association. Remember Elliott in E.T. ? It was as though he pedaled up to the moon. What about Paul Newman and Katherine Ross in Butch Cassidy and The Sundance ...