Well, my girlfriend and I rode our bikes to work this morning. It’s about 13k’s. I don’t know why I didn’t do this earlier. It’s fun as shit (minus the cold hands at first), especially cruising past “communters” decked out head to toe in reflective stuff, fluoro vests, thirty lights, crunching gears and squeaky chains.
But yeah, two days outta five, we’re riding in. The other three days my girlfriend works late, so we can’t ride.
Communters. A great expression, only I’m one too at the moment :-(, and so are you now technically! Or are you only a communter once you do it more than once? Or if you actually ride home again tonight? Answers on the back of a postcard.
My fave this morning was the douche running the ped crossing on Royal Pde / Melbourne Uni, then fanging into the middle lane of the Eliz. roundabout to turn right into either Peel or Flem Rd. Jeans, with helmet on bars. Them musta been precious handlebars.
Non-verbal ‘where’s your helmet?’ or ‘why aren’t you wearing your helmet?’ communication? Slap your own helmet loudly twice, then make the palm-upwards ‘invisible pizza’ international sign of the ‘where is it?’. Confused facial expression optional.
While on the subject, I was rollin’ up Bourke having just negotiated the mall, and saw a courier zipping down towards what could have potentially been an intercept by the Bill. Is there a quick non verbal for ‘cops ahead’ - fist in front of nose and then a finger point in their direction? Oink oink