Audax Australia
This is the umbrella organisation running long distance cycling events in Australia Their website includes a calendar of events.

A place where cyclist can keep track of their mileage and any number of other statistics, as well as an attached forum.

A set of discussion forums covering almost every conceivable cycling related topic.

Cycling Adventurer
The Cycling Adventurer has tossed in the structured life of an urbanite to explore the world by bicycle. A well-written site detailing how he came to cycling, and what he learned along the way.

Crazy Guy on a Bike

Bicycle touring journals from all over the world, including a couple of my own.

Johns Cycles

This is my LBS on the Gold Coast. While they cater more to the racing market, their service, advice and workmanship is the best on the coast.

St Kilda Cycles

Importers of all manner of things hard to find in Australia, including the legendary Schmidt hub dynamo & E6 lights.


Wonderings and wanderings out and about in Portland, Oregon, US

The Journey
The journey begins in Perth, Western Australia.

Lance Notstrong
The "other" Lance!

Ms Mittens
The Wired Cat on-line

Iron Gambit

Aussie Writer and Cycletourist
A blog chronicling the writing and cycling of a seaside baby boomer.

Up in Alaska
Jill's subarctic journal about ice, bears and distant dreams of the midnight sun.

The Kin Chronicles
Taking mediocrity to a new level of ordinary.

Riding and running with a vengeance.

London Cycling Diary
Pedalling across the capital since August 2005.

CouchPilot-2-BikePilot (Zin's cycling blog)
Living an adventurous life with Type-2-Diabetes.

The adventures of Crazy Biker Chick
... Including cycling, adventuring, cooking, knitting and ranting.

Redneck Espanol
The two wheeled Spanish redneck.

Treadly and me
"Work is something I do between riding my bicycle".

Womanist philosophy and theology. Cycling, climbing, art, single-motherhood and fire-twirling.

Adrian Fitch's random rambling.
A bit about cycling, a bit about genealogy, a bit about radio but mostly a lot about nothing at all.

Geo's big adventure
The life and times of Geo.

It's about the bike
Musings on the cycling life.

Various cycling tidbits.

Industry Outsider
A blog about bikes and stuff.

Tweed Coast Treadly
An old man's bicycle riding diary.

A cyclist's life in Tenerife
(Canary Islands).

Bike to work to live to bike
It's never too late to get back on the bike

Stupid Hurts
Just the random scribblings of a guy with a bicycle

I'm not drunk enough for this
Really, I'm not.

What can I say? Just read it.

Mozam's cycling adventures
A random collection of the things I like to do most, and mostly that is to ride my bikes, bicycles that is... My musings from competitive riding, long distance endurance to puttering around the neighborhood..

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Thursday, September 14, 2006


Do you believe in guardian angels? One of them came along in an unusual form today, but at just the right time. It was when riding home from work, and yet another f*ckwit who slowed, swerved and deliberately tried to ram me with his car from behind. Rather disappointingly, I failed to anticipate this one -- although that could be the fact that it's been six whole months since the last one. Usually you can feel the very air itself losing IQ points when one of these idiots is in close proximity.

Cue the guy on the other side of the road, driving in the other direction, deciding to lean on the horn. Normally I'd just assume this guy was yet another idiot, but this time he had a message. On reflection it might have also provided a crucial moment of distraction to the idiot behind. I managed to get a swerve of my own in (glad that I ride far enough from the kerb to have space in which to do this) and evade the idiot.

Of course, it's days like this when I think the entire urban area of the Gold Coast would look much better under a mushroom-shaped cloud. Then I have to tell myself to calm down. After all, the explosives required for that job would cost a fortune, and I need to pay for some dental work soon.

Seriously though, I suppose there is something encouraging to take from this. The fact that there is actually someone out there on the road who cares whether I live or die. Evidently the police and the local cycling "advocates" don't (I've exhausted those avenues in the past). I suppose I could also be glad that I didn't react and escalate the situation, if I thought my non-reaction was for any reason other than cynicism.

Either way, I'm glad to have had some help today. Hopefully I can learn something from this and not need it next time.


Blogger Aussie Writer & Cycle Tourist said...

Chris- scary stuff. Glad you had a motorist watching out for you.

Makes me grateful for the easy commutes I have here. Max number of lights I would encounter in a commute are prob two or three , and the pace of roads here is still generally pretty laid back.

One friend was nearly skittled tho a while ago at the Denman Camp lights. She was cycling straight ahead reasonably quickly and efficiently after the lights changed- a van turning left rather than wait a few seconds behind her passed her on the right and then swung hard left across her path to make his turn. Dorks anonymous.

Regrettably in the pressure of surviving the moment she was unable to note the number plate.

Chris- that dread decade birthday musn't be too far off- or has it gone? Happy birthday for the day anyway. I don't even want to THINK about my next decade birthday!
cheers Dave

6:49 am  
Blogger Chris L said...

It's not always easy to get a number plate in those situations, although it my experience it's rarely worth bothering. The police won't be interested unless someone is actually killed, and I think it's probably too late by then.

I hope your friend was uninjured by the dork. All I can suggest here is riding a little further from the kerb which might dissuade them from passing, or at least give her more space to play with next time around. One thing about these incidents is that they have a habit of repeating themselves, so it's best to learn something from the first one if possible.

The dreaded birthday is now two weeks away.

12:36 pm  

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