+1 : Successfully avoided all unthinking drivers on the way home
-1: Assumed cyclist in front of me was going straight ahead on “preferred cycle route”
-2: Assumed cyclist in front of me would indicate if about to turn right,
-3: Assumed cyclist in front of me would do head check before turning right just in case there was any traffic behind him.
-4: Assumed cyclist in front of me heard me call out “g’day” as I started to come up behind him.
Aftermath of bicycle vs jaywalker There I was, riding up Beddoe avenue to Monash uni. on my way to work, slowing for the roundabout, looking left, right and straight ahead for motorists, checking for ijuts riding on the footpath who shoot across in front of you, watching for some of our less knowledgeable overseas students who drive, ride or walk unpredictably or on the wrong side of the road, I was indicating right an' all — employing all the usual safeguards at this tiny little roundabout… then out of the blue whump.
Ow ow ow! Another day, another motorised moron.
Rush hour traffic in Haughton road? A fifty kilometre speed limit and traffic in both directions? A road specifically narrowed by Monash City Council to stop everyone using it as a short cut through the suburb. A road narrowed so that motorists have to actually think and pull out in order to overtake cyclists safely. Not a problem for our local inhabitants. Speed up and go head-on towards oncoming cars, then swerve back in and slam on the brakes to avoid hitting the next car up ahead.
Smited by the finger of god1. That’s the only excuse, I can’t possibly have been clumsy enough to pull up at a traffic light, pause as I saw it change from red to green, then have my foot slip out of the cleat as I rode off. Tipped over to the left, flicked the wheel to the right, and down I came on my knee on the front wheel!
The costs of the bike collision keep creeping up… Investigating why my seat was still wobbling, I found that the bolts aren’t loose — the whole top of the seatpost has cracked, and only about 10% of the metal was holding it together! I’ve lost track of when I bought it, but I think it was sometime in late 2002. So much for the Sonic brand seatpost.
Initially I thought there was no damage to the bike, unfortunately there’s a lot of things to check, and shock doesn’t help.
Damn, it happened again! After having to avoid almost an idiot a week on the bike path, finally one managed to ram head-on into me. I flew spinning off the bike, landed flat on my back onto the path, landing on one shoulder and feel it pop out then back in, then rolled onto the other, dislocating it as well. Managed to grab my shoulder and pull as I sat up, so it went thump back into place — painfully.
Ouch. I’m all stiff and sore from a collision on the bike track this morning; I came up behind the usual group of pedestrians blocking the path (as expected), I started to go around the last two on the right, as soon as they saw me they jumped in front of me (as half-expected), I swerved to the left off the path and onto the grass and too late saw the rider coming the other way who’d also swerved out onto the grass.
Very sore shoulder and left knee since I was run off the bike path this morning by two annoying women out walking. Initially they were walking on the left — suprisingly, since 50% of pedestrians ignore the council sign telling them to do so — then turned a corner onto a bridge, glanced back at me, and decided to suddenly swap sides right in front of me from the LHS to RHS of the path!
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.
On my way to work, riding along Willesden road Oakleigh. Just past the Greek school I was pulling up on the left of the two cars stopped at the pedestrian crossing, all of a sudden the lady driving the rear one (Maroon Mitsubishi Magna) decided to turn left into a parking space, no indicators, didn’t look. I hit her rear door and fell onto the car in the next parking space.
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.