Cycling in Melbourne Australia
I'm back, I'm back, as a matter of fact...
...as a matter of fact, I'm back.
And with a whole new swag of moans.Steve Jay? 'Cycling is safer than widely reported'? Hogwash. Though I recognise your intentions are good, I maintain we are presented with daily deadliness. After 3 weeks off the road recovering from 'benign positional vertigo', I did another week of tentative 1/2 rides to and from work before taking up the full Yarraville to Abbotsford commute. First week back resulted in me having to make an uncomfortable decision between 'on the road not under wheels of dick not wanting to give way at roundabout' and 'on the road under wheels of dick not wanting to give way at roundabout'. Aforementioned dick didn't stop, naturally, but nice guy in tradie van after aforementioned dick did, and stopped traffic long enough for me to scrape myself off the road with nothing worse than a knee scraped to hell and dislocated for a mere three days. Since then, no inconvenience other than the inevitable moron on a bicycle running the red on punt road when I'm crossing (x 2). Rack this sort of incident into your daily statistics and things start looking slightly less feasible on an ongoing basis.
Who'd be a cyclist? I'm inches away from jumping on a motorbike or into a car where I can be more entertainingly lethal.
And with a whole new swag of moans.Steve Jay? 'Cycling is safer than widely reported'? Hogwash. Though I recognise your intentions are good, I maintain we are presented with daily deadliness. After 3 weeks off the road recovering from 'benign positional vertigo', I did another week of tentative 1/2 rides to and from work before taking up the full Yarraville to Abbotsford commute. First week back resulted in me having to make an uncomfortable decision between 'on the road not under wheels of dick not wanting to give way at roundabout' and 'on the road under wheels of dick not wanting to give way at roundabout'. Aforementioned dick didn't stop, naturally, but nice guy in tradie van after aforementioned dick did, and stopped traffic long enough for me to scrape myself off the road with nothing worse than a knee scraped to hell and dislocated for a mere three days. Since then, no inconvenience other than the inevitable moron on a bicycle running the red on punt road when I'm crossing (x 2). Rack this sort of incident into your daily statistics and things start looking slightly less feasible on an ongoing basis.
Who'd be a cyclist? I'm inches away from jumping on a motorbike or into a car where I can be more entertainingly lethal.
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