Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
you could be forgiven
For thinking that this is an easy endeavour.
That I could just park myself somewhere in the middle of a busy commuter road and find myself the cyling sartorial splendour that is a fine man/lady on a fine bike, wearing a fine helmet.
You’d be wrong though.
Commuter o’clock is ugly.
And nobody’s stopping for a short girl waving her arms, saying “excuse me – could I just take a photo of your helmet?”
Nobody.
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Here here to the ugly commuter o'clock. You should(n't) go to the Footscray Road cycle track at that hour. It's uglier than ugly.