Cycling in Brisbane Australia
I always look forward to Ride to Work Day. I'm not sure why because I ride to work every day, but to me, Ride to Work Day is special.
Maybe it's the lead up and as cycling co-ordinator at work encouraging my colleagues to have a go, maybe it is just seeing how many of the 80 or so cyclists we have at work will sign up, perhaps seeing more cyclists around, or is the feeling of having a special day to celebrate my mode of commute?
I must confess though, I do love getting the freebies, Free Coffee, Free Gatorade, Free Smoothy, Free Bun, Free Banana, Free Drink Bottle, Free Puncture Repair Kit, Free Reflector, Free Maps, Free Foldable Frisbee, Free Email Listing on the Two Day Cancer Council Bike Ride and some Free Gold Card from Bike Exchange. I'm still not sure what the Gold Card is about or if it's just plastic. All that I remember about it was a couple of gorgeous chicks handing them out.
But today I had a dilemma. I needed to be in the office ready to go for a conference at 8 AM, at the opposite end of the CBD to the free stuff. Given the logistics of transit, park bike, shower, freshen up and prepare, coupled with the necessity of fixing up some Power Point slides ahead of the conference, it looked like I would miss out on the freebies.
I was also concerned about parking my hand made Italian Carbon Fibre Nano Tech Campagnolo equipped Bianchi unattended in with the great unwashed mass of bikes that would undoubtedly appear and the fear that some other bogan there for free stuff would pinch it.
Then I hit on a solution. I could ride to work early, lock the Bianchi in its cage at the office car park, head up to my office, fix the Power Point Slides, then jump on a City Cycle cruiser from across the road, glide down Adelaide St and stow the cruiser at the King George square racks. Finish the breakfast; jump back on a cruiser, up Adelaide St, into work, shower, change, PowerPoint done, bike safe, conference. An elegant solution all around.
And that was how it was. I had breakfast. loaded the backpack with freebies and suddenly found myself on a City Cycle cruiser, still clad head toe in lyvcra, heading up Adelaide St amongst the growing crowds. Funny how I didn’t feel self conscious on the ride down to King George Sq earlier when there was no one around.
It was not so funny how many buses there were in Adelaide St at peak hour and how few bicycle lanes there are. It was not so funny trying to peddle a three speed seemingly 200 Kg cruiser as fast as I could while being monstered by a BCC bus loaded with about 200 non-cycling commuters. It's even less funny when the bicycle lanes double as bus stops.
Just after Anzac Square Adelaide St kicks up into a bit of an incline. Just after Anzac Sq Adelaide St also has several bus stops all in a row.
Despite yellow mud guards, flashing bicycle lights and a liberal covering of bright lycra I survived another near miss with a BCC bus that had lost patience with my break neck speed, had overtaken me, then swerved across from the right lane to park in the bus stop on the left, presenting me with the proverbial back end of a bus.
Undaunted I checked behind and swerved out to overtake, but there was not one, or two buses at the stop, there were four! Uphill, 200 Kg velocopede that was seemingly putting on weight by the second and on the wrong side of four buses on the road. Three of them flashed by on my left as I overtook. The last one saw fit to start pulling out as I passed its back wheels. Now it was do or die. There were cars parked up ahead, so the bus kept coming out across the lanes. 200 Kg bike or not, it was easy to predict who would loose this engagement.
To escape I had to peddle faster, faster and faster and managed to actually pass it, flashing lights, wire basket, yellow mudguards, chain guards and overloaded backpack. Finally I hit the front. Now he had to give way! Bicycle or not, you just can't run people over from behind.
Near the top of the rise Wharf St loomed and the traffic lights turned red. And that's how my ride work day exercise ended. Stopped at the lights at Wharf St on a City Cycle cruiser, clad in lycra, lungs bursting, sucking air big time, lactic acid coursing through my legs, and hoping, just hoping, I wouldn't be recognised as I docked the bike.
Maybe I just like the exercise.
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