Yesterday was a bad biking day. I broke another spoke (because of the cheap wheel on my temporary bike). And then I got hit by a car! (literally). It was more of a slow-motion train wreck than a serious crash, and so I was fine. Someone turned right and crossed the bike trail without looking and bumped me off my bike. I sarcastically said "thank you," gave him a dirty look, and then continued on my way.
The bike trail I ride in on does become a bit crazy in the summer. At one end is a cruise ship dock and ferry terminal for the Tasmania ferry, and so the scene there is generally chaotic with people getting on and off ferries and Carnival Cruises. The other end in St Kilda (close to where we live) is like Venice Beach with joggers, bikers, walkers looking at iPhones, people doing yoga and kite surfing, folks strutting their stuff, and people walking around in bikinis. It takes concentration to avoid slamming into someone.
While the mornings are seemingly less populated on the trail, I find the commute in to be akin to being in the Tour de France. Each morning is like a competitive race with people riding as fast as they can, cutting people off, and scowling at motorists and other cyclists. The biking vibe is quite unlike the more friendly biking vibe in Fort Collins. I do find myself acclimating to this more aggressive biking culture. I might come back as a wiry, angry biker who wears black all day!
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