MMT has been busy collating a series of happy snaps and social media memes as a record of COVID-19 and its impact on Melbourne. Most of these photos have been taken whilst MMT has been out and about on his bike. Speaking of which, MMT is quietly chuffed at doing over 1000 km in June.
So the photo below, isn’t included in the gallery as it was taken in Sydney. MMT thinks it perfectly captured the insanity of what was occurring in Australia’s grocery stores back in March 2020.
Chapeau!! to the Newtown branch of NSW Fire and Rescue service. Readers you can find MMT’s COVID Gallery <-here.
I just had to post this one. Post – that luntatic ice addict driving his car down Bourke St Mall and all the terrible, terrible acts of religious fanatics in London, Melbourne has received its own fleet of hideous concrete bollards. They are scattered all over the CBD. Whilst these things seem to be unfortunately necessary, they are unspeakably ugly. The picture below is sufficient proof of that.
MMT has been making a significant effort to some blogging this week, in amongst some pretty busy times at work and at home. Having a 1 year old daughter means both my wife’s and mine lives revolve around her moods and whims, whether we like it or not ;-). Notwithstanding, MMT has been able to get out and about at lunch time. Consequently, MMT’s eagle has noticed a few interesting sights around the CBD. In MMT’s imitable and plagiaristic style, these have been labelled the GOOD, the BAD and the UGLY.
So the GOOD. Much MMT’s amazement a new private bike hire scheme seems to have appeared out of nowhere on the streets of Melbourne CBD. That illustrious paragon of journalism, The Age, seemed to have noticed it too -> When it comes to shared cycling, yellow is the new blue by Ebony Bowden. OBike hail from Singapore and think they can give the Melbourne Bike Scheme a run for its money. This photo was taken in Docklands and these bikes seemed be a bit lonely tucked away in a back lane.
Now to the BAD. MMT has been trying out new barbers for his 15 minute 4 comb/2 comb clipper buzz cut. MMT has gravitated to Kings Domain Barber in the Paris End of Collins St. For some utterly inexplicable reason, MMT’s work place has blocked the barber shop’s web site, so you’ll have to look it up yourself. In a nutshell, the barbers there are good, quick and cheap and more importantly don’t try and sell me product that my rapidly balding head doesn’t need. MMT digresses. Back to the topic, MMT leaves the barber shop and spies this courier bike chained to a post. The owner came out later and looked like a total bad ass courier. There’s one message that MMT strongly agreed with, after a near miss with an SUV in the back streets of Brighton earlier that morning.
Now the UGLY. MMT was super impressed by the care taken by some civic minded individual who left these signs on the bike racks near ANZ Docklands. May a terrible pox afflict the bike thieves that are responsible for this terrible larceny.
And that’s it the GOOD, the BAD and the UGLY of urban cycling in CBD Melbourne.
I was out having a really enjoyable round trip ride to Mordialloc. Clear skies, almost no wind and crisp conditions, made ideal weather for riding. MMT has finally recovering from a 3 week bout of bronchitis that ruined his Easter riding plans and resulted a couple of visits to his GP. This morning’s ride was sans RCC MEL, mainly due to MMT’s lack of conditioning. Riding solo has its advantages, you listen to music, set your own pace and just enjoy the landscape you are journeying through.
So with that in mind, MMT was feeling fairly zen like until encountering heavy traffic through Brighton and Elwood. It is always tricky threading your way through slow moving or immobile traffic. Motorists tend to become a bit edgy and less observant. The reason the congestion became apparent near the Elwood Canal. There were numerous blue flashing lights. MMT’s initial thoughts were “That’s odd place to put an RBT station. No wonder traffic is banked up”. Crawling along through the traffic, it becomes apparent that it’s not just Police it’s also Paramedics. A small bunch of cyclists is on the footpath. The Police has blocked off half of a lane. I carefully move out of the cycle lane and eyeball the driver behind me.
As I pass the Police car, I see a horrific sight. A cyclist has had a tragic accident. I think the man is covered in blood. The paramedics are administering CPR. I can’t shake the feeling I’ve just witnessed a fatality. I feel the blood drain from my face and I am nauseous. One word appears in my mind…”how?”. How did that happened? It’s a flat piece of road with good visibility. Riding conditions were perfect. I’m shocked and saddened. This man’s loved ones are going to have a terrible morning. I think of my family, my wife, my 10 month old daughter. I’m very jittery and move onto the bike path at the first opportunity. I’m glad to arrive home safe.
I ride to work very carefully. I meet one of daughter’s carer’s on the way. She’s riding a fixie. We have a short chat. I let her and the lady behind her go through first. I’m in no hurry today. I arrive at work, have a long hot shower and try to clear my head. Eventually I walk to my desk and I log on to my PC. I check my email and then decide to Google the accident. Oh no… its exactly as I feared. The Sun Herald reports that the cyclist has crashed into a parked car. He was part of a small group riding along Marine Parade. He was only a few years older than me. I feel sad for the man’s family. I hope that he didn’t suffer.