The Thousands

As you fly through traffic at 40km/h while the surrounding steel sits stationary, “today could be the day I die” doesn’t really cross your mind. But what’s stopping a vision-impaired gent in a navy blue V6 Mitsubishi sending you supermanning to your demise? (Albeit with less dignity, hair in far worse condition than Clark Kent’s, and hopefully, a little less lycra.)

One bike lane on Sturt Street might not change a cyclist’s world but with hope, Tuesday Night Fixed and Ready Set Ride will. Cyclists are vulnerable! That’s why they are sometimes so angry. How would you feel if your only barrier to death was a styrofoam bucket? The above groups aim to give cyclists a protective voice (not a loud shouty voice, but a nice “ding ding” voice.)

Although Adelaide is nothing like Copenhagen – where cyclists reign supreme and everyone is fit and healthy and smiling – its bike culture could be. We have the wide streets, the room, the bikes and, ahem, the looks. All that’s missing are the extra wheels.