A year on and ‘Treadly and Me’ is still here-who’d have thunk it? In the 243 posts since this blog started on 1 January 2006 I’ve avoided blogging about the blog, so perhaps you’ll excuse this one indulgence…
This afternoon the Co-Pilot and I were in the mood for a breath of salty air and an over-priced coffee. So we headed off to the beach along the Rosstown Rail Trail.
A social ride is only improved by the presence of a good coffee stop at a strategic point along the route, especially one that’s bike-friendly. Here are a few suggested refuelling points (or are they destinations?)
“Hark!” the herald angel sings “Time to buy some cycling things…”
Of all the obscure trivia, bike lane facts are probably the obscurest. But you never know when you’ll need to know a snippet of information like this…
“Following the shocking revelation that heat generated by vigorous exercise is a major contributor to global warming we are all having to reassess our own activities.”
Road rage. Did you know that it’s not just for motorists any more?
What’s better than a novelty song? A novelty video to go along with it…
A car can be so much more than a mere penis extension…
It’s funny how cycling changes your attitude and behaviour, even when you’re not on the bike.
In August I made an entry called How To Steal a Bike, prompted by a couple of films on the web showing people ignoring someone stealing a bike right before their eyes. In the discussion that followed I suggested a possible approach for witnesses to a suspected bike theft: simply shouting Oi, that’s my bike
might be enough to see-off a thief. However for reasons of personal safety I didn’t think this was an entirely foolproof method.
Comments on the topic went quiet until last week when Paul from Adelaide recounted his largely unsuccessful attempt to use this approach. Feeling that the story shouldn’t be hidden away in the comments, I’ve asked Paul to go back and start at the beginning for this guest entry. You may not agree with what Paul did—you may even think him reckless or that he brought a bad outcome on himself. Maybe. Regardless it stands as a warning: your bike is replaceable, your life is not.
–T&M.
Don’t you just love a novelty song? Especially when it’s played on bike parts…