Before I descend into a fortnight of hibernation, there’s just enough time to speedlink…
“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…
Maybe I should be over it, but I’d still constantly amazed by death-wish cyclists who ride at night without adequate lighting.
Let’s get behind the wheel and do anything other than pay attention to the road….
Elizabeth Street in Melbourne has dangerous bike lanes.
The follow-up to the death of James Gould continues…
Miranda Devine takes a swipe at “vegan cyclists” in her op-ed in today’s SMH. Surely she can’t sit comfortably with her head jammed so tightly between her butt cheeks?