Treadly and Me

Looking down on the Hell Ride

I see the Hell Ride finds itself in the news again. “What have they done this time?”, I hear you ask. Well, nothing…

Another hoon rides the bus

And another one gone and another one gone
Another hoon rides the bus…

Connex and Anger and… Tram-Cams

If Steve Bracks thinks rewarding Connex with a contract extension is a vote-winner, he’d better think again. Tram-Cams, however, are a brilliant idea…

Cycling is Australia’s Deadliest Sport

Inside Sport magazine reckons cycling is Australia’s Deadliest Sport. And they could well be right…

Too big? Too fast? Too bad…

Some thoughts on SUVs, road safety, speeding, and anti-hoon laws.

I discover that I will never be cool. Again.

In a limited-edition “Fat Cyclist” jersey, I was going to be the coolest cyclist in Australia. Or so I thought…

Bike Power in The Big Issue

This week The Big Issue reports on the surging popularity of bikes in Australia. (Go buy yourself a copy.)

The Economics of Rail Trail Tourism

What’s the economic value of a rail trail to the surrounding community? While it might be hard to estimate accurately, the consensus seems to be that they’re a good thing locally.

Mugged for my 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.

There is nothing like a Dane

A visitor to Melbourne asks the question. And I have no answer.