nature’s first green is gold

Having recently committed to increasing the bike cohort at Chez Whynot, I am naturally walking to work. For some strange reason. And now my evening ride companion just cancelled. What is this about? Can someone please bully me into riding with them even though I am way unfit at the moment?

That said, I am all about looking on the bright side (strength based approach, bitches) and to be honest, this morning’s walk – although a million times sweatier and longer than my usual ride, held two bright spots.

  1. I ran into Amy. Who was a first time City Cycler and cutting a very fine figure, having decided to drop her car at the mechanic and – instead of wrestling with the bus system – decided that $2 for a bike that takes no maintenance, needs no home storage and is pretty much solid as a bus itself was a pretty good bet for an alternative way to get to work. She brought her own helmet but there were four helmets at the pick-up station. I am in love with people who use these bikes. Can I please be introduced to the person who runs this scheme in Brisbane so that I can go on a ride on interview with them? (You know who I mean, I am talking to you, I am sure you know them… or should I just build my self-efficacy and then look them up on the internet, where all information is apparently kept?). Maybe I’ll do that. Either way, I just have to let you know that I think there is something unabashedly rad about the use of a civic cycle.

  2. Then I ran into Bjorn. Whose digital story I could have featured back in the day, but I didn’t. I tell you what, not only does Bjorn have some lovely bikes, he is also the only person I know in Brisbane who seems to walk around in the sun looking Relentlessly Fresh. He literally channels Scandinavia each time I see him. I keep meaning to organise some sort of collaboration with Bjorn. What would this look like? Bjorn is 100% fresh. I am about 95% fluro. Can we ever combine our forces for good and not for mild naughtiness?

Suggestions welcome.

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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