On my first morning in Copenhagen, way back (it seems so long ago now) on the 8th December, with my new found couch surfing friends, we went to find the Bolsjefabrikken (wow, Danish words are hard!) otherwise known as the Candy Factory.
Here a group of activists from Bristol, UK were organising the Bike Bloc. After spending a week doing experimental workshops at Bristol's Arnolfini art gallery in November, the team took their designs to the Candy Factory in Copenhagen, where, using waste bikes, they intended to mix and match parts to produce both working bikes for activists, and to build unconventional bicycle machines to use at demonstrations.
When we were there that first morning it was rather quiet, there was one guy who I vaguely recognised from Bristol. He showed us the place and let us look through the bikes to try and find one that we could fix up easily and take to explore Copenhagen with. There was another women there that was complaining that the bike she had been working on yesterday had been stolen and the guy from Bike Bloc was trying patiently to explain that this had happened to him three times already.
Anyway after not even an hour I impatiently chose a bike that I thought would do, and we were off, promising that we would return and help later in the week. I was itching to get out and see Copenhagen.
Copenhagen is a fantastic city for cyclists. There are bikes everywhere! and the infrastructure is great too. Every main artery has a dedicated bicycle pavement which is raised a small step from the road and on the other side another small step separates pedestrians. I think all city planners should visit Copenhagen and see what they must do.
For people visiting the city it takes a day to get used to, especially if like me you are used to traffic driving on the left. But a couple of close encounters with a speeding bicycle and you soon become a bit more cautious!
So my bikes lack of brakes were made up for by the flat tyre and I wouldn't have felt at all unsafe but for my different sized and wobbly wheels! My friends had spent most of the day before repairing their bikes to a good standard. We managed to get lost a couple of times but this is the best way to see new parts of the city and I enjoyed seeing Copenhagen as it should be seen - by bike!
As the date of Wednesday's big protest approached we revisited the Candy Factory. This time it was a different place altogether. The place was full of people working on bikes and some of the bicycle machines were beginning to take shape. We asked how we could help and were told that they needed some material sourcing. So we went out and found a bunch of shopping trolleys dumped on some nearby waste land.
The machines that we saw were called, 'double trouble' they were basically chariots made from welding bikes side by side, held together with a platform for people to stand on. (The shopping carts we found were to be broken up and used on this platform) These chariots are hard to describe but I hope you can imagine them now. There were also rumours of other bicycle machines that were going to be used to get across the fences at the Bella Centre but I never saw these.
So when the day of the big Wednesday protest came although not part of bike bloc myself, I was excited about seeing the machines in action. Unfortunately, the night before the protest the Candy Factory was raided by the police. All of the weeks of hard work that had gone into the operation were wasted. Even though I had not put great effort into the project I was pissed off for their loss. The police called the chariots 'war bikes'. Indeed, standing on the platform made you feel rather like Julius Caesar, but the police were over reacting. The bikes were designed more to be seen than to be used for illegal actions and it is a great shame that they never made it out of the workshop.
Bike Bloc still took place and around 50 bikes cycled up and down the roads around the Bella Centre, getting in the way of police and generally making a nuisance of themselves. I spoke to a guy who was arrested with bike bloc and taken to the cage. His experience was quite different from mine the day before. On this day the police were in no mood for jokes..