I’m the first to put my hand up and admit I need to shed some kilos. I’m in awe of the early morning joggers, those who take a dip in the ocean or face the torture that is F45.
But for a little while now a simmering rage has been burning within me, the source of my angst is cyclists. For whatever reason once these people slip into some lycra, they become a rogue citizen.
Take for example Sydney’s M2 Motorway. Currently bike riders are allowed to use the breakdown lane between the Lane Cove Tunnel and Pennant Hills Road. The rest of the route is then closed because of NorthConnex road works right through to Windsor Road until 2020.
I do not understand the mentality of someone who’d actually want to be anywhere near this area. We’re talking about a 100km/h motorway, with all manner of vehicles trying to safely get home or go to work. What’s worse is the fact many of these cyclists frequently score a puncture, because that’s the nature of a road shoulder. It’s where all the crap ends up.
We have a situation where these people are literally sitting ducks. I have no doubt at some stage someone will be seriously injured or worse, most likely the result of collateral damage from a vehicle accident. Because despite the fact you have the right to ride on that section of road, metal and flesh don’t mix.
What I find even more astounding is the fiasco on Sydney’s M7. Again, our two-wheeled friends can use the freeway shoulder. This is despite the fact there’s a dedicated cycleway that cost a shitload to build running alongside it.
I live it North West Sydney in a semi-rural area, often on a weekend morning I’m confronted by two, three or four cyclists riding shoulder to shoulder in a pack. The twisty and hilly nature of the roads in our area means you can’t get past, you literally just have to tag behind and cop it. The only alternative would be to risk overtaking on double lines.
These people don’t pay tolls or registration I also think many of them turn into instant car haters the moment they straddle that seat. They’re more than happy to film some atrocity a car has performed, but rarely admit to being roving red flags to a bull.
I’m telling you; the lycra set’s brain matter works differently to the rest of us, I’m surprised they bother with a helmet. Risking your life on a metropolitan motorway is potentially Darwinism in action.