Ride to work

The morning ride to work is always fun.

First up is my face off with the taxi offloading people on the corner of May & Beach.  I like to make sure my visor is down before I get there, so that it looks black and menacing.

Things are chilled until I make it to the 4 way at Spar.  People assume guys on bikes take gaps because they're jerks.  Have you ever tried holding in the clutch, revving (cold engine), making sure you're in first for the pull off and waving the cautious soccer mom through the intersection.  Its just not efficient.

Bar the exceptional case of a man with three arms, who's conscientious enough to let someone go first. Realistically though, given the present social discrimination against people who are 'different' and the increased chance of agressiveness associated with the stereotyped biker, its unlikely that such a fellow would have remained amiable and sensitive to the anxious leanings of middle aged woman.

Then there's the Devereux sprint, from Ronnies to the Port Rex lights.  Its us against them.  Devereux vs Hudson Avenue.  People who can do maths, vs people who think its quicker to wait in a 400m queue, squeeze through a traffic circle and then wait at a red robot.