for you I had good intentions

I was once friends with a woman that I can only describe as equal parts dynamic and unusual. She eventually became a sexual healing acupressure practitioner. Before this happened, Barbara was an amazing poet whose piece “For you I had good intentions” was sharp and poignant damnation of a boring lover that the she had taken up with in an effort to get away from the damaging muses of her past. She had him pegged for six to nine unwriteable months. Regrettably, the heel turned out to be well and truly worth the angst and anger (and several poems) as he dumped her rudely for his Brazilian ballerina girlfriend one unexpected evening.

What this has to do with bikes is probably limited, but it definitely has bearing on this post because, for you – dear post – I had good intentions.

For 2012 is the year of making good on intentions, for writing better, reading better and riding more. And why not start off on the write/right foot with something inspirational and pithy – maybe a round up of 2011 that warms the heart, or some sensible and enthusiastic goals for 2012.

This sounds like a great idea, doesn’t it?

But this is not to be. I can’t even claim to be busily updating this site, or adding a facebook widget, or cross-posting to my twitter, because this is not what I am doing.

And it’s not like I don’t have news, because – for me at least – I have the best kind of news… a new bike!

Never before have I had a new bike (okay, I did once about three years ago and it was as good then as it is now) and I am filled with excitement. I also has some serious and semi-lofty type interests in posting something sensible about my bike and its specs – not because it’s some ultra crazy build – but because each time I looked for a bike, it was hard to find reviews/information from women and I thought it would be nice to encourage more women to write more about their actual bikes.Then I remembered that, at last count, Barb had some 600+ blogs of chicks and bikes so freak that, who was I to think that there weren’t enough women getting their specs out there. On rainy days, I like to look through that list and thing, “damn, the world is getting better“.

But hey, you can’t get it right all the time.

So let’s start 2012 off with no apologies and no regrets, no retreat and no surrender. Because, right up until the point that I started typing this post, I was really really sure that I was going to do something semi-organised with this blog. I was going to re-categorise all the old posts, so you could find them, and tag things properly, and link to all the other social mediums and then generate really really interesting content. (thatch, you can’t say I don’t listen, I really do try I even looked up Facebook plug-ins)

But I think, let us begin as we mean to continue, in a spirit of unbridled disorganisation and joy. Because as much as I want to be the best little helmet blog in town, let’s just settle for being the only one.

There will be more to come because I have just had the loveliest time watching this thing come to fruition (watching, dear reader, I was but watching). So I’ll be boring you all stiff about it in due course, but let’s just say “hello 2012” and welcome to the bike path.


By Eleanor Jackson

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


  1. Happy New Year. Love the bike – almost ( note I said almost) tempted to get one – then I think about all that daylight {shudder}

    Will send you a suggestion for the FB plugin

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