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So I’m driving home tonight around 11.. “Yeah, driving, keep it down! keep it down!”

Anyways, in the far east, Canterbury Rd. splittith in twoeth and so I expect to see only front lights on the other side of the road.

What do I see now? Tail-lights? Whatever could it be?

Slowing a little, I try to peer through the median strip trees and see what is travelling the wrong way along Canterbury Rd.

It’s two motorbikes! Not monkey bikes, these are full size dirt bikes. Where are they? They’re on the footpath of course!

The End.

Kill Sp@mmers

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Some a-hole decided to sp@m my blog comments with some fscked up casino-religo bullsh1t so I’ve had to alter the setup a little to reduce the likelihood of this tool or his script trying the same sh1t again. You Me Outside Now (as ‘Blokes World’ would say).

On a happier note, I saw quite a few of my rellies today for my uncle’s 50th birthday and managed to only miss half of the Aboc sprint training session.

Good deed for the day

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Riding north along Burke Rd, just about to hit Cantebury Rd. and I notice an old guy in front of the shops.

Out of the corner of my eye he seems to take a ‘Ministry of Silly Walks’ step and then jerks back the other way and topples over! “Shit! This geezer’s just had a heart attack!” I think to myself.

I jump off the Pug and hobble back along the footpath (selfishly cringing as I think of the brand-spanking-new carbon soles on my road shoes getting scratched).

Someone else had also seen the incident and was already there helping the old man to his feet. “Phew! at least it wasn’t a fatal heart attack!”.

The old guy is looking dazed and confused (kinda like I do most days, but in a worse way). We talked to him for a while trying to find out where he lived, if he was okay to get home, etc. We were encouraging him to go to the nearby pharmacy and sit down but he didn’t seem to want to do that.

I stood with the old man while the other guy went to the pharmacy and chatted to the staff. While he was doing that I encouraged old dude to walk down towards them. He seemed to be getting better but had banged up his shoulder and was bleeding from a cut hand.

The other guy rendering assistance said he had a car. I stood with the old man (who said he was 80) until he returned with a Volvo. We got the poor guy into the car and Volvo man said he would drive him home or call the cops/ambo should the need arise.

I left the scene thinking “job well done”, until I had flashes of tomorrow’s headlines “Camberwell pensioner-slasher steals Volvo to round up victims”. Hopefully that’s just my paranoia and general distrust of society kicking in..

Also saw a smashed up, black, late-model WRX with what looked to be the mid-life-crisis driver standing nearby with the cops. Oops!

A young dude ‘barked’ at me out of a cab-minibus window and it made me think of nasty things to say, mainly about his mum and her source of income.. until I saw the cab again and waved at it. The dude waved back and I laughed, deciding not to utilise the cutting insults..

I often go mental on rainy rides…

F U public transport!

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You heard! Farking tram takes an hour to get from Hawthorn to Richmond when I could ride it in 10min, only to find out the store I want to go to is shutdown. (A small but noteworthy “GRRRR!!!” to Pervert clothing for not updating their website) 2.5 hours and I’ve got nothing to show for it instead of 45min and a nice pair of jeans.. f’ing PT!

Lesson Learned: Take a bike EVERYWHERE!

Addendum: So it’s 11:15pm and I’m heading into the city for some fun. The train moves 20m away from Box Hill’s platform and jerks to a halt.

“Sorry folks, I’m stopping the train. It appears a woman is trying to commit suicide. I’ve notified the police, but we’ll have to wait here until she is taken away and the track deemed safe to proceed.”

So we wait for about 10min. I’m feeling sorry for the driver, he sounded quite shaken. Totally understandable too the poor bastard.

As we move off, I notice a flashlight beside my window. Looking closer I can see two cops escorting a woman along beside the train.

“Fsck!”

The woman tries to dive under the train!

A few of us were watching and I think we all gasped when we saw her try to find death right in front of us. I’m going out to a party and she’s trying to kill herself – all I could do was shake my head and wonder “what the hell?”. I mean, I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about this sort of thing. I don’t know the woman but I feel sorry for whatever situation she’s in that would cause her to try this. Makes my earlier anger seem pretty petty doesnt’ it?