07/12/2016
Hey, far too long between drinks for this page I know. I've been out and about heaps lately on the cargo bike, lazy with the facadebook entries, but loving every second of the experience.
So today I loaded up the Silver Bullitt with drills and other tools to head to the thriving growth corridor of South Yarra. Stuck a few signs up for whaddaya know, another poorly built (but marketed as boutique) apartment block. Headed home via the lovely but seriously undulating Yarra Boulevard. Spat me out on the Chandler Hwy where I had a great interaction with a driver who allowed me to change lanes, closely followed by what should have been an innocuous take off from the lights across Heidelberg Rd, but turned out to be the prick driver in the Land Cruiser practically running me off the road.
Of course I caught up with him at the rail crossing, coz if you don't know it by now, in peak hour even a cargo bike is quicker than a car. We had words through the open passenger side window, and he said "look at the bike", I said it's no wider than your average, he seemed to think that he had right of way, I told him he needed to reconsider his approach, but admittedly, not quite in those words. I'm not going to open the can of worms which is driver education in relation to cyclists, bacause, as we all know, it's kinda Raffety's Rules right now. You can paint all the lines you like on the road, but drivers just do what they did before the lines were there.......
Half an hour later my nerves were settled by a Coopers Stout traveller from the always cheap Psarakos Market, Thornbury. BTW, the Poultry butcher there sells great cyrovaced kangaroo from Orroroo, gonna marinate it for a BBQ Saturday night...... blah blah