Friday 31 July 2009

Rock, paper, car?

Further to my earlier post today, here's the car that cleaned up a cyclist on Lilyfield Rd this morning. The idiot driver overtook the cyclist, then turned left directly in front of him. End result - one broken arm and one broken bike and a trip to hospital in an ambulance, rather than a trip to work on a bike.

It's not like us commuters are making ourselves invisible - check out this bloke with the green fluro jacket and the yellow shorts. Sticks out like dog's balls.

I spotted the female driver of this car preparing to open her door when I was a few car lengths back, so I slowed right down to a crawl and took this photo as she flung the door open. She didn't look in either mirror or turn her head before doing so - I could see her fluffing with something on the passenger seat through the rear window (handbag I bet) and as soon as she was finished packing away her lippy or whatever, she turned and flung the door open. She got a bit of a shock when she poked her head out about a second after I took this photo and found me pointing a camera at her silly mug!

More dog's balls commuters. How hard do we have to try to make ourselves visible? Dress up in clown suits?

A squashed car. I saw this yesterday, and thought it might have had some sort of road safety message, but apart from not stopping where you see "falling rocks" signs, I couldn't figure out what the message was supposed to be.

Turned out it's art. Or Art.

Similar ideas inspired Luca Belgiorno-Nettis, when he and his wife, Anita, spent $440,000 on William Kentridge’s multimedia installation I Am Not Me, The Horse Is Not Mine, on free public display on Cockatoo Island. They also own Jimmie Durham’s Still Life with Stone and Car, which sits on a roundabout at Walsh Bay
Waste of money if you ask me.


Marcus said...

Mate, I sort of sympathize. I spent 15 years cycling around Sydney. I had an epiphany after the first three months. Really bad things can happen if you don't if you don't realise that you and you alone are responsible for your own safety. After that it was a breeze. Nothing surprised me once I realised that the threats where everywhere. Taxis will stop anywhere, busses will always cut in on you and blondes will always open thier doors without looking. Once you accept the horrible truthlife becomes easier.

Boy on a bike said...

How right you are. The best thing I ever did was the Stay Upright course you hve to do if you want a motorcycle licence.

They teach you that everyone, and I mean everyone, out there on the road is trying to kill you, and how to avoid that happening. That course has translated beautifully from motorcycling to cycling. The lessons are all the same - only the horsepower is different.