another joke like that, and you’ll be pun-ished

I love to see bikes in the news; good, bad or ugly. I prefer good, accept bad and well, tolerate, ugly.

This morning, however, the kindly folk at The Age, let us know that Melbourne’s riders are caught in a “vicious cycle” which probably fits into the somewhat less snappy but equally important “administratively important” category.

I don’t know where I sit on bike fines. On one hand, I fear that they are a bit like parking fines: more revenue raising that community service. On the other hand, I like cyclists that don’t run red lights and do wait for tram passengers to disembark. I don’t enjoy the expression of vulnerability when a cyclist is pulled up by the police, nor the agression that sometimes follows.

But either way, time to get your cheque book ready, your bike lights on and your helmet buffed. The great machinery of the state is grinding into action.

(Photo: Paul Rovere via the Age)

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By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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