Bloody typical! Yesterday was “Ride to Work day” and I rode from home — Oakleigh — to Federation square then back to Monash and had a near perfect ride. Maybe it was all the publicity about the cyclist’s death last month but everyone seemed to be pretty well behaved (which I always find a miracle on St Kilda road, whether they’re on bikes, on foot, or in cars). Had my coffee and roll and made it back for a slightly latish 9.
There must be something about their “professional training”, I really can’t think of anything else to explain it.
Every day I ride up North road, usually with no problems
Every day I am passed by several hundred cars, usually with no problems.
Every day I am passed by one or two buses from other bus lines, usually with no problems.
About once a month some maniac in a Grendas bus seems to want to kill me.
Pah, I shouldn’t have bothered to even open the envelope. After writing two weeks ago to Grenda’s buses to complain about being run off the road and shouted at by one of their drivers, today I received a response.
Our office has received your correspondence dated 9th January 2008. You have raised an issue of immense interest. Our policy is very supportive of your sentiments that we must all do our best to share the roads and respect the road laws.
How odd… as I was riding along North road this morning I was thinking that I really should write back to VicRoads and thank them for their clarification of the use of the bus lanes. Less than a minute later I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing as a VicRoads maintenance vehicle drove out of a side-street, safety orange light busy spinning around on the roof, assorted warning signs all sitting in the back… and the driver chatting away on THE MOBILE PHONE.
Riding home at approx 5.30 pm heading west along Dandenong Rd, I had just turned onto the main road from the service lane, there were 2 cars and a bus approaching from behind in the left most lane, but they were a fair distance back.
The two cars went past, although the second driver slowed right down and crawled past, the “Quinces” bus — Victorian registration ###-### — pulled in towards me as he went past, scraped along my pannier straps and as I threw my right hand out, brushed along my knuckles.
I experiment. I play. I write and I take pictures. Some of the site is organised around topics, other parts are organized by date, then there’s always the cross-references between them.
Long ago it started as a learning experiment with a few static HTML pages, then I added a bit of server-side includes and some very ugly PHP. A hand-built journal/blog on top of that PHP, then a few experiments in moving to various static publishing systems. I’ve never wanted a database-based blogging engine, so over the years I’ve tried php, nanoblogger, emacs-muse, silkpage and docbook before settling on emacs org-mode for writing and jekyll for publishing. But the itch remained… I never really liked jekyll and the ruby underneath always seemed so much black magic. So now the latest incarnation is org-mode and hugo.