I haven’t broken a fingernail since my last efforts, so it must be safe for me to speedlink…
I haven’t had any paper cuts since my last effort, so it must still be safe for me to speedlink…
Fish haven’t fallen from the sky since my last effort, so it must still be safe for me to speedlink…
A review of the Coroner’s findings on the death of James Gould.
Here’s an unexpected suggestion: let’s ban the Hell Ride.
Why are Melbourne cyclists reversing the usual winter trend this year?
Inside Sport magazine reckons cycling is Australia’s Deadliest Sport. And they could well be right…
The self-diagnosis continues, as I head for the “self-help” shelves in search of knee pain remedies.
I may have injured myself by having my seat too low. Could 2cm make that much difference? Over several weeks, yeah maybe.
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.
Doc Homebrew’s kids have been cycling since they were old enough to hold themselves upright in a kiddie seat, so that’s a family that knows a thing or two about riding with kids…
For a cycling commuter, riding fitness is being able to get to work and back easily, plus having a bit left in reserve.
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.