I never saw this piece of 1994 wonderful film. But I did run into a Ms Corrina, somewhere near the Government End of Town recently. Which highlighted one of the great perils of this silly endeavour: scaring your target helmet. Rolling up beside Corrina, I found myself pathetically trying to initiate conversation (along the lines of nice helmet, with cute stickers and it matches your bike and has a leather speed stripe down the top and that’s ace) which unfortunately came across instead like I was trying to rudely pass and cope some sort of attitude. Which is basically what happens whenever my target helmet is riding faster than I am and I’m puffed by the time I catch up. That said, in the end, we pulled over and I avoided endangering either of our lives by trying to make conversation in the middle of morning peak hour commuting. Phew. (And check out the lady guns.)
eleanor j jackson 