Wednesday photos

Don't say anything rude, Cav - she looked like she could rip your arms off and beat you to death with the bloody ends.

Cyclists version of "bricky's crack". Not a good look. Remind me to never wear a jersey that is too small.

The blonde in this picture had a helmet - dangling from her handlebars. I'll never understand that. If you don't want to wear a helmet, leave the blasted thing at home.

This was the queue at a red light tonight - I was 12th in line. Funnily enough, with the continued growth in people walking and riding into the city, I've been having more close calls of late with cyclists and pedestrians. I found myself braking hard enough twice today to have the rear wheel sliding out to avoid collisions. The free and easy days of being one of the few cyclists on the road are well and truly over.


I also thumped a car today. I was overtaken by a very new, very black and very shiny BMW X6. Well, it didn't quite overtake me as I was doing nearly 40 along a stretch where that's as fast as the cars can travel. And then then X6 simply drifted into my bike lane. That's when I whacked the rear door window with my knuckles - and I hit the window hard enough to hurt. I had to check my knuckles for blood afterwards.


The X6 came to a rather stunned halt. The driver was probably wondering if they'd hit me or something else, or if I'd just hit their car because it was a black BMW. I'll be clear on this point - I thumped it as a warning to stay out of my lane and to avoid being squashed.


The X6 overtook me shortly after that, and then stopped at a red light.


The reason for the lane drifting became pretty clear.


The driver was on the phone. She was paying more attention to her call than to the road.


Motorists are supposed to leave a 1 metre gap when passing cyclists. I measured my arm tonight - it is about 60cm from armpit to wrist. I didn't have to stretch to whack the X6 - I just half flicked my arm out and that was enough to make contact, so the car was probably less than a foot away from me.


I wonder if I should start to wear a big chunky ring with a few sharp edges?


The Police were out again this morning, booking cyclists running red lights through Pyrmont. The sneaky sods moved up a couple of intersections, and were busting a few unsuspecting riders when I went through. 


The intersection they were booking at has three lights - a pedestrian light, a cyclist light and one for motorists. When I got to it, the pedestrian and car lights were green, but the bike light was red - the detectors at that intersection rarely detect bikes. It's a downhill stretch, and I was moving pretty quickly. I just blasted through, and the four cops hardly gave me a glance as I tore past them. I didn't notice them until I was right at the intersection. If I had been running a red, I wonder if they'd have been able to stop me? Crikey, if one of them stepped out in front of me, the result would have been awful. 100+ kilos of rider and bike moving at nearly 40km/h....ouch. I think the cops were only booking cyclists who ran a red motorist light. I'll pay more attention tomorrow morning.

Big Green

From Bishop Hill.

It's enough to drive you batty:

Night operation of the windmills in the North Allegheny Windpower Project has been halted following discovery of a dead Indiana bat under one of the turbines, an official with the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service said Monday.


But wait - there's more!

Evergreen Solar is asking a bankruptcy judge for permission to walk away from its former plant in Devens.


The company, which received tens of millions in state aid before shuttering its facilities last year and moving its manufacturing operations to China, filed the notice in federal bankruptcy court in Delaware on Monday.


Interested parties including MassDevelopment, which helps finance and develop new projects, have until Friday to respond to the filing.


A spokeswoman for MassDevelopment declined comment Tuesday, saying the filing speaks for itself.


Evergreen received more than $20 million in grants and $11 million in tax and lease initiatives from Massachusetts. That doesn’t include other tax benefits and millions in upgrades to roads and utilities around the plant.


And yet more!


It Took $10M in Taxpayer-Funded Subsidies To Create $50 "Green" Light Bulb to Replace a $1 Bulb

ha ha

From Argghh.

Ladies day

Dunno what it was about today, but it seemed that I was surrounded by women on bikes everywhere I went. There are days when I don't see a single woman on two wheels - and then suddenly there's mobs of them. My apologies for the blurry first photo - I was hammering up this hill at nearly 35km/h and it was a bit tricky doing that and riding one handed and taking a photo in the near dark.

The only down side was the prick in the Falcon ute this morning who overtook me as I was passing a parked bus - and he left me a good six inches of room as he went past. Some drivers just have no brains. Which is why most of them choose Fords.

Monday photos

That's not a ship - that's the Iron Cove Bridge in the early hours of the morning. Can't wait for daylight saving to be over and done with. 

Some cyclists are their own worst enemy. Look at the top photo, and how dark it was. And then look at this bloke - all dressed in black with no lights - just a small red reflector at the rear. I almost rear ended him myself as I powered up behind him in the gloom.

Although the Harbour Bridge is quite impressive, the approaches are pretty huge too. In the middle of the lawn there's a bloke sitting on a park bench, enjoying the view - with his bike parked beside him. Not a bad way to start the day.

It's a dog's life. I prefer the idea of huskies - having them out the front pulling you along. And why isn't that dog wearing a helmet?

I thought this bloke was going to bolt through the red - and then not one, but two police vans went by. He thought better of it.

Spotted this old beast chugging up the road - it wasn't hard to miss. It almost disappeared in a cloud of blue exhaust smoke as it accelerated. It just goes to show how far automotive engineering has advanced over the last 100 years.

Look closely - this bloke has a kid balancing on the top tube. I guess he has picked his son up from school, or music practice, and is dinking him home.

Yellow saddle bags - gotta love them.

Wind energy - to the nearest round number

From Bishop Hill:

Arts funding - nice if you can get it

If you want to be astonished at how our money is poured into the arts, have a look at this spreadsheet - and this is just what the NSW government hands out.

We, as in the taxpayers, gave the Sydney Theatre Company $712,600 in 2011/12 for a program to employ some resident artists.

How many artists do you think you can get for $712,600? Given that they're all supposed to be starving in garrets, I would have thought that would pay for a few dozen at least.

Nope.

Six.

The Residents in 2011 are:

Cameron Goodall 

Julia Ohannessian 

Zindzi Okenyo 

Richard Pyros 

Sophie Ross 

Tahki Saul

Assuming the STC splits the grant six ways and passes on all of it to these six, that comes to $118,767 each. Not bad going - beats waiting on tables.

Before the kids came along, we used to see up to six shows a year at the STC - most of them were pretty good (as you'd expect when the tickets cost $70-$120 per person). The only show that didn't do much for me was Julius Caesar - I fell asleep half an hour in, and my very loud snores distracted the cast on several occasions.

We'd have dinner at a nice restaurant before the show, and of course there were taxis there and back, so a single play would usually cost the two of us around $400 all up. Nowadays, it's whatever is on TV on Saturday night and some home made popcorn.

I don't recall seeing too many Westies in the audience at the STC. Why the westies should have to subsidise the entertainment preferences of the likes of me is something I will never understand.

Friday photos

Friday was just wee bit nicer than Thursday for riding. That is, the sun was out, the roads were dry and I didn't have to swim my bike across any flooded intersections. 

There are some cyclists out there who are just asking for trouble. I photographed this bloke not long after dawn - don't let the brightness of the photo fool you - the light was very dim at the time. He's got a black back pack on and black knicks, which makes him close to invisible from behind - and he was riding without lights fore or aft. Which makes him completely daft. If he keeps riding like this, he's going to get collected by a car one dark morning. And I wouldn't be blaming the driver if that happens. 

This bloke had it right - bright lights front and rear and a vest that you could spot from several miles away. 


Speaking of getting collected, it almost happened to me. I was going through a green light when a car coming from my left went straight through the red and turned left into the street that I was going into. It was only a bit of emergency braking on my part that stopped me slamming into his driver side door. I was so glad the roads were dry - if they had been wet, I doubt I would have pulled up in time. He gave me a bit of a surprised glance, and then floored it and took off. He proceeded to rat run through the back streets to get to the City West Link - probably a tradie in a stupid hurry to get to a job. It's not like the lights had just gone green for me - I had been proceeded by a bus and a truck through that intersection. I reckon he saw the truck go through, figured there was no other traffic behind it, and decided to run the red (it was early, when there was bugger all traffic about). 

The bike paths were full of wimps on Friday - all the fair-weather cyclists who decided not to ride on Thursday because it was a "bit wet".

From the SMH

Pfft - that's not wet. That's just a slight case of dampness.


This set of lights is right outside the Harlequin Inn. I've often thought about stopping here for a beer, but I know that there are only a few possible outcomes if that happens.

1. I'll chunder halfway up the Anzac Bridge, or
2. I'll have more than one beer, and be going home in a taxi

The council spoilsports have put up a sign over on the right banning the drinking of booze outside the pub. I think it would pretty nice on a warm day to park the bike off to the right, grab a cold one and settle down to watch the world go by. But no, the wowsers think that is a Bad Thing. Curse the wowsers.

Care to join the Aboriginal Fishing Advisory Council?

I wouldn't know one end of a fish from the other, so this job isn't really for me. And somehow, I don't think I would fit in that well with the existing board. Here for instance is Associate Professor Stephan Schnierer, who is the "Other Aboriginal Person appointed by the Minister". I'm afraid I just couldn't work with someone who thinks wearing a bandanna is cool.

And then there is Chels Marshall, who is described as:

Chels is from the north coast of NSW and has extensive cultural knowledge of land and sea. Chels also has experience working with communities in this region in natural resource management matters. 

Is this the same Chels Marshall who lists their interests on Facebook as:

Senator Bob Brown, Youth Decide '09, Vote Green, Say Yes Australia, The Bellingen River Festival, Sustainable Seafood Day Australia

Somehow, I think me and Chels would have a few clashes.

You'll notice that the advertisement calls for expressions of interest from Aboriginal persons. I wonder if anyone from the Litijus-Mordy Nation will apply?

Grey, wet and lonely

Bloody awful morning to be cycling to work. I could hear the rain hitting the roof when I woke up, and it was not encouraging. But it's nothing to get worked up about - it's not cold at the moment (about 20 degrees), it's not windy and the rain wasn't falling that hard. Sure, I got wet, but not much wetter than some of the bedraggled people in suits who I saw sloshing into the office not long after I arrived. The shoes some of them were wearing were so wet that you could hear them squeaking a mile off. 


I noticed traffic was pretty slow on the bridge - some poor sod had broken down in the pissing rain. That big orange glow at the bottom of the photo is the hazard lights on the tow truck that turned up to take him away.

No plod handing out tickets this morning. Then again, there were no cyclists around either. I found it really weird when riding  home - the sky was blue, but there were no bikes about. And then I worked it out - no one was riding  home because no one had braved the weather to ride into work.

Some of the city roads were nicely flooded. When I stopped to take this photo, the water came up well over my ankle. I was totally soaked at this point, so stopping in a deep puddle to take a photo made no difference. The footpath was underwater, and trucks going through this lake were creating huge sloshing water falls.

This photo doesn't really show how grey and horrible the morning was - it was truly dark and awful. Normally, there is a pack of serious photographers hanging around at this spot taking photos of the Opera House. By serious, I mean TV cameramen and guys with big SLR cameras on tripods. None of them showed up this morning. The last time I saw weather like this, I was in the backblocks of Scotland in winter.

Saddlebags and flats

Karma. It's a nasty thing. As soon as I stowed my camera away after taking this photo, I started bouncing up and down in the saddle as I pedalled. That's a sure sign of a deflating back tyre. Sure enough, a few seconds later, my bike was also upside down with the wheel off. 

Sorry Cav, this is an equal opportunity blog.

Cop that

George asked in comments if I had been busted by the police on the Pyrmont Bridge this week. Funnily enough, I snapped these photos on Tuesday as I was riding to work - and the police were there on a previous day too. Today was at least the 3rd day in the last week when the police have been nabbing cyclists - mainly for running the red light - so this was not news to me. On the first day, they had a police car parked just out of picture - it was bleeding obvious what was going on. This morning, the two bike cops had their bikes parked facing the oncoming cyclists, and they had their fluoro vests on and they had their lights flashing - you'd have to be utterly oblivious to miss them. It's clear to me that the people who got tickets were really fined for being useless blind morons.

It seems quite a few pin heads did fail to spot them, and they got fined for blasting through the red light. I have no pity for them - the traffic patterns at this corner can be quite nasty, and I've seen no end of idiotic cyclists having near misses with cars that had the right of way (and the green light). As the saying goes, it's only a matter of time before a stupid cyclist gets ironed out at this corner by someone heading to the Casino.


And don't get me started on the idiots that fang across the bridge in high gear, ducking and weaving through the hordes of pedestrians. It's never an issue when I ride across before 0700 - the bridge is damned near deserted at that time, and you could cross it at 100mp/h in a batmobile without any risk of hitting a pedestrian. However, by 0800, the bridge is jam-packed. And it's just as bad around 1700 with the evening peak. You just have to put your patient head on and dawdle across at 10-15km/h. If you can't put up with that, you can just fuck off and ride somewhere else. 

Kaboom

Once you've been riding for a while, you really start to feel every little nuance of the bike. Am I feeling a bit of vibration of grinding through my feet? Does my bum detect some wheel wobble? 


This morning, I definitely started feeling wobbling from the back end, and it had nothing to do with last night's dinner. I stopped, checked the tyres and wheels and spokes, but detected nothing out of place. When I spun the back wheel, everything was true.


But as soon as I started riding, I felt a bit of wobble. Not much wobble - just enough to start getting concerned.


It was worse when I left the office. I stopped again and had a look, but there was nothing to be found.


Once I got up to speed, the wobble disappeared. And then I was moving quite nicely down George St at 40km/h, when the back tube let go with a really loud bang. A few pedestrians crapped themselves. Thankfully, the tyre stayed on the wheel and I was able to come to a controlled stop in a driveway. I pulled the tube out and found a good sized tear in it - but still no indication of what had gone wrong.


A really close inspection of the back tyre showed that the side wall was giving way in one spot - it didn't bulge or show up when I was off the bike, but when you add my weight, it clearly had problems. The side wall obviously gave way enough for the tube to burst.


So it was off to the nearest bike shop to buy a new tyre and fit it on the footpath, as I got to the shop 5 minutes before closing, and they were bringing down the door as I walked in. Changing a tyre and tube on a busy footpath is not the most elegant thing you can do, but I am long over being embarrassed by that sort of situation.


Anyway, now I know - next time I feel wobble, it's definitely time to change the tyre.

And you think Gina is rich and influential?

The richest 70 members of China’s legislature added more to their wealth last year than the combined net worth of all 535 members of the U.S. Congress, the president and his Cabinet, and the nine Supreme Court justices.


The net worth of the 70 richest delegates in China’s National People’s Congress, which opens its annual session on March 5, rose to 565.8 billion yuan ($89.8 billion) in 2011, a gain of $11.5 billion from 2010, according to figures from the Hurun Report, which tracks the country’s wealthy. That compares to the $7.5 billion net worth of all 660 top officials in the three branches of the U.S. government.

Two good articles worth reading

The first, on fighting the good fight, by Pointman.


Interestingly, I had to take two long taxi rides this week. On each occasion, I had barely buckled up before the driver launched into a 45 minute rant against Tim Flannery and everything to do with climate change. Both of them swore extensively every time Flannery's name was mentioned. The tamest description was perhaps "fucking thieving lying Flannery".


When you've lost the taxi drivers, it's all over.


The second is on capitalism, and what a bunch of bastards us capitalists are.

Settled science

Ever heard of the Wallace Line?



The Wallace Line (or Wallace's Line) separates the ecozones of Asia and Wallacea, a transitional zone between Asia and Australia. West of the line are found organisms related to Asiatic species; to the east, a mixture of species of Asian and Australian origin is present. The line is named after Alfred Russel Wallace, who noticed this clear division during his travels through the East Indies in the 19th century. The line runs through Indonesia, between Borneo and Sulawesi (Celebes), and through the Lombok Strait between Bali and Lombok. Antonio Pigafetta had also recorded the biological contrasts between the Philippines and the Maluku Islands (Spice Islands) (on opposite sides of the line) in 1521 during the continuation of the voyage of Ferdinand Magellan, after Magellan had been killed on Mactan.


The distance between Bali and Lombok is small, about 35 kilometers. The distributions of many bird species observe the line, since many birds do not cross even the smallest stretches of open ocean water. Some bats have distributions that cross the line, but other mammals are generally limited to one side or the other; an exception is the Crab-eating Macaque. Other groups of plants and animals show differing patterns, but the overall pattern is striking and reasonably consistent.


The only reason I know about it is that one of my older relatives told me years ago that he studied it when he did Geology at high school in the late 1930s. The reason he remembered it so well was because the settled science of the day was that "oil does not exist south of the Wallace Line". That was stated as geological gospel. It was thought that the different flora below the Wallace Line in prehistoric times was not conducive to the creation of oil. I think.


So much for that theory. At least the geologists who promoted it had the good grace to ditch it when drillers actually discovered oil south of that line. In fact it has been ditched so thoroughly, I can find no sign of it via a quick Google search. You'd probably have to dig up an actual 1930s text book to find evidence that it ever existed.

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Friday - day of mayhem

What is it about Friday afternoon that sends everybody completely flaming nuts? I pulled out of the office and had 3 near death experiences in the following 5 minutes.

It started with a taxi driver being a bit too desperate for a fare - he changed lanes right into me without looking or indicating. His driving was so obnoxious that a bus driver pulled over in front of him and deliberately blocked him in. It was nice to know that I wasn't the only annoyed person on George St, and the side benefit was that the bus was so close to the taxi, it prevented me from stomping up to the driver's door and giving him a good thumping. I was literally boiling with rage at the close call.

About a minute later, I'm following a stream of traffic when a car coming the other way just decides to turn right across the stream - which meant turning directly into me. And he did it quickly too, leaving me no time to react. The only thing that saved me is that I was moving fast enough to get out of his way before he collected me.

At that point, I didn't think it could get any worse, but then not long after, a driver overtook me and then pulled over straight in front of me - again without indicating. It was just brake and swerve. I seem to have a sixth sense about these things, so I easily avoided another prang.

The traffic was no heavier than a normal work day. There was nothing wrong with the weather, and there were no road works. The problem was that drivers were just mental - fed up, aggressive and possibly drunk. Most days, my commute is pretty cruisey - low risk and no hassles. And then everything hits you at once.

Stunner

Best sunrise so far this year. The bloke in the left hand corner had ridden  his bike down to the Bay to photograph it. He just sat there taking photo after photo whilst I tried to keep my hand steady enough to get a shot that wasn't blurred to buggery.

I tonked along behind this bloke for a while, mainly because he looked absolutely buggered. He had a competition number still stuck under his saddle, so I figured he must have been riding home from an early morning race. He was totally wrecked - barely able to maintain my warm up pace. But check out the definition in his calves - I reckon he would eat me alive if he wasn't utterly knackered.

These two blokes from the LACC also showed me a thing or two about being fit and strong - first hill we came to, they left me for dead. Bastards.

Something in pink

The Rocks markets. Something for everyone. Except moi.

Sometimes you are the rabbit....

....and sometimes you are the fox.


By that I mean that there are days when you are the fittest, fastest thing on two wheels on the City-Wogville route. You are the fox, chasing down and eating the rabbits.


And other days, the legs are fragile and worn out; the lungs are cactus and it's been a long time since you had something to eat. On those days, you are the rabbit, watching the foxes pass you by as you struggle up the inclines.


The cool thing is that my fox days outnumber my rabbit days by a wide margin at the moment. Towards the end of last year, I decided to deliberately lengthen my route, and to ride on weekends as well. I thought the extra work would kill me - that I'd be utterly rooted by Friday. Instead, I'm feeling fitter and stronger than ever.


Of course there are still the uber-fit cycleheads who blast past me like I'm standing still. If I find a time machine that will take off 25 years, and I can drop 20 kilos, I might be able to give them a run for their money.


Bastards.

Vanilla slice

I love a good vanilla slice.

Funny how different the colour is when you turn the flash off.

This one was expensive - I was walking through the QVB and forked out $4.50 for this one.

It was worth it. But I won't be eating them regularly.

More Marxist muck

Another week, another power pole covered in Marxist crap. Will these idiots never give up?

Don't you just love the list of speakers:

• Bilger
• Mamdouh Habib
• Gary Foley (listed as an Aboriginal activist).

I think I'd prefer to wank goats for an artificial insemination program rather than listen to these idiots.

Dawn

Another day when I was up at the farting of the sparrows. Not that I'm complaining - it's the best part of the day.

Some sort of bike tour - they were all on the same bikes, wearing the same helmets and riding on the footpath.

I was going to stitch these three photos together to make a panorama, but I can't be arsed. You'll just have to do it in your head.