Bizarre bike lane oddities revisited…
“What would Jesus drive?” is kind of the wrong question, isn’t it?
I detect the work of the hired legal help in the recent glaring balls-up in the Terms and Conditions for this year’s Around the Bay ride…
A tour of the eastern suburbs on ANZAC Day: Glen Waverley, Vermont, Blackburn, and Box Hill.
This week The Big Issue reports on the surging popularity of bikes in Australia. (Go buy yourself a copy.)
An Audax ride reminds me that the bike paths of Melbourne are a quiet delight.
Is increasing mobile phone usage by cyclists an indication of a rising dickhead count?
If Minister Kosky isn’t interested in running the public transport system she should step aside in favour of someone who is.
You know something’s up when you receive Spokey Dokes for Christmas, and pink handle-bar streamers for your birthday. They weren’t given as a novelty gift or accident, you actually wanted them. Correction—your bike wanted them. Needed them.
I can’t say I’m particularly disturbed by the suggestion to ban tourist coaches from Swanston St. In fact, I’m delighted.
Let’s get behind the wheel and do anything other than pay attention to the road….
Leader Newspapers finds another non-story on cycling, this time in Preston.
Because they are so confusing, aren’t they?