It almost felt like I was living in Richmond again — left work on the bike, off down Ferntree Gully road and onto the Gardiners creek trail to head into Richmond to meet Jo for a beer. As usual I’m heading against the general flow of commuters; ones or twos, threes and more, the odd group of six, all flying along with total disregard for anyone else on track, all convinced that there’s only traffic heading in their direction! At least half a dozen close calls, I wish some of these idiots could meet themselves coming in the opposite direction, at least then there’d be a cleansing of the gene pool….