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.
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Whenever I have been lucky enough to visit Vanuatu, I have always found their casual Franco-tinged farewell, “Allez Tata”, to be such a lovely, gentle way to say goodbye. But somehow the Polish seems more appropriate.
Because sometimes – nah, many a time – you’ve gotta watch people leave your life. I didn’t know you long, and I didn’t know you well but whatever the circumstances I have to take my hat off to one fierce rider: Sabrina – helmet or no helmet, you’re an inimitable woman. Ride safe, wherever you go.
(Image from the equally inimitable Andy White. Who makes everything on a bike look purdy. Don’t fear that my photography has improved. It hasn’t. I wait for the day when I will have a talented ninja-photographer sidekick who will ride along with me in my bike sidecar and he will take photos of you all riding your little bikes and making your little handsignals and I will just wave regally as we pass by.)
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thank you! will ride safe and i hope to see you one day soonand will never forget to ride in a helmet!/love Sabrina