Bad surprise last week for several residents of Watermael-Boitsfort. Several vehicles were victims of vandalism. 
Mauvaise surprise, la semaine dernière, pour plusieurs riverains de Watermael-Boitsfort. Plusieurs véhicules ont été victimes d’actes de vandalisme. Cela s’est passé “au croisement de l’avenue des Criquets et de la rue des Archives”,

Mail’s cycling number plates poll story “misleading and unreliable”, says Cycling UK

The charity has raised a complaint with press watchdog IPSO after the Mail claimed that there is wide public support for tougher cycling rules – by citing the results of a Fair Fuel UK survey
Cycling UK has raised a complaint with press watchdog IPSO over what the charity believes was a “misleading and unreliable” MailOnline article which suggested that there is wide public support for tougher cycling regulations such as mandatory registration plates for bikes.

Road user charge plan to fund transport improvements in Greater Cambridge

Alfie Packham and Guardian readers
The proportion of adults in England who say they cycle at least once a month has fallen to 13.1%, the lowest figure since records began in 2015-16. Here, readers from around the UK explain why they have given up riding their bikes on the road.
‘Riding at peak traffic times? No, thank you’

Mark Sutton Wednesday, 31 August 2022

The long-running standoff between Transport for London (TfL) and the Conservative Government this week settled on a £1.2bn funding offer, albeit one described as “far from ideal” in respect of a shortfall that will drive up public transport costs and see budgets slashed.
Cycling will not be immune from the funding pains that Labour Mayor Sadiq Khan is tasked with explaining to Londoners looking to slash transport costs in the face of rising inflation. The shortfall, according to Khan, is around £600 million, but will be enough to avert the worst case proposal of a managed decline of many tube and bus services.

I felt like a bit of a legend when I started cycling in London 18 years ago. Everyone was always congratulating me on my bravery. “Oh, you wouldn’t catch me on a bike,” people would say if they spotted my helmet or the cycling shorts peeking out beneath my dress. “Far too dangerous.”
To be fair, it was quite hairy at times. Cycle superhighways were yet to be invented; bike lanes were marked out in paint, at best, rather than protected by any kind of physical barrier; and cab drivers still seemed surprised to see me. Young and dumb enough to believe myself invincible, I rather enjoyed the sense of peril, timing my turns to avoid getting wiped out by a bendy bus and feeling like a warrior princess at the end of every commute. I was sometimes on the receiving end of catcalls – “Lucky saddle!” or “Ride me instead!” – but no one seemed to actively hate me. Those were the days.