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	<title>Comments on: How do you get to work?</title>
	<link>http://treadly.net/2006/04/19/love-the-commute/</link>
	<description>A Melbourne commuter cyclist</description>
	<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2009 21:34:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: woowoowoo</title>
		<link>http://treadly.net/2006/04/19/love-the-commute/#comment-79</link>
		<author>woowoowoo</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Apr 2006 00:25:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;the Beijing commute is great! I was lucky enough to stay 2 weeks in Beijing in the mid 80s. Sadly, the proportion of bikes to cars seems to have changed dramatically in favour of the latter, but the big wide streets and lack of hills still make it a perfect cycling city - if you can breathe!
My father in law worked at the Australian Embassy and for work reasons, often had to drive. The mad placement of barriers and median strips where he lived meant that he had no choice but to drive the wrong way down a one way bicycle lane to get to work. No-one ever got angry - he'd just toot his horn as politely as possible and smile and the bicycles would just go around him. It was a crack-up!&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the Beijing commute is great! I was lucky enough to stay 2 weeks in Beijing in the mid 80s. Sadly, the proportion of bikes to cars seems to have changed dramatically in favour of the latter, but the big wide streets and lack of hills still make it a perfect cycling city - if you can breathe!<br />
My father in law worked at the Australian Embassy and for work reasons, often had to drive. The mad placement of barriers and median strips where he lived meant that he had no choice but to drive the wrong way down a one way bicycle lane to get to work. No-one ever got angry - he&#8217;d just toot his horn as politely as possible and smile and the bicycles would just go around him. It was a crack-up!</p>
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