“People are upset because some cyclists smashed into the back of my car…” Geez, Jason–I wonder why?
There’s a reason why I don’t often comment on topics like this these days–it just gets me riled. But thinking about what this dipstick did puts my blood pressure completely off the charts.
I always thought that, in context, the purpose of a ringing bike bell was obvious. Apparently I was wrong.
“Roses are red, violets are blue…” Actually violets are violet but there’s nothing particularly romantic that rhymes with violet. And when you think about it, there are some pretty unpleasant things that rhyme with blue too. Argh!! Don’t think, speedlink…
Fish can sing, birds can swim, I can speedlink…
Come on Bicycle NSW! Why are you giving tacit support to ludicrous suggestions about bicycle registration?
I haven’t broken a New Year’s resolution yet, so it must be safe for me to speedlink…
Nothing personal I’m sure, but if you ride a bike British journalist Matthew Parris wants you dead. Preferably by having your head ripped off…
I’ve discovered a new device for getting drivers to give me more space: the Thomas the Tank Engine Backpack!
The “Copenhagen-style” bike lanes in Swanston Street are nowhere near as safe as you might think.
Should a bus driver be allowed to blast a cyclist with her horn just because he’s in her way? It’s interesting to see where it leads…
Haven’t I seen this report somewhere before? Oh yeah–a year ago, in the same newspaper.
It’s been a while since I’ve had much to say about specific road trauma cases (that’s not really what I want this site to be about) but I just can’t let this one slide by…