October 10. Week 5 of biking to work. Every day
brings something new. Today, having dodged most of a
shower (and recalling two days ago being thoroughly
showered before arriving at work, during showers of
Biblical proportions) I was feeling quite pleased with
myself, when in the final few 100 m of my trip I was met
with a gauntlet of high-pressure, long-range retic
sprayers, neatly crossing the trail. There was no way of
avoiding them. Soaked again! Now, you might ask why those
sprayers were on at all, given we’d just had more than 20
mm of rain two days before. And you might wonder who
planned that installation, so as to directly hit whoever
was on that trail. And who switched them on at that time
of day anyway!? No matter. All in a days’ bike. What have
I learned so far? Well, route choice is everything. My
trip is about 10 km each way but I have found that the
most direct route on the map is not always best. Longer
is sometimes safer and nicer, so I now often go home on a
longer, more relaxing route variation. There are many
possible options even on a relatively short trip, and
it’s worth experimenting. Expect the unexpected. Such as,
several hundreds of metres of trail that you biked in the
morning might be gone in the afternoon, dug up for
resurfacing. Now there’s a nice strip of new red
concrete, but for a while it was an obstacle. Be super,
duper careful and defensive. Car drivers often drive with
no regard for bikers and go through red lights, turn when
not indicating, or don’t turn when they are. On the
up-side, courteous behaviour also comes out and it’s nice
when someone actually stops to let you cross. It’s good
to be in touch with the outdoors (OK, downpours happen,
but usually not). It’s great to smell the jasmine, citrus
trees, and now the Indian bead trees. Maybe the odd whiff
of diesel too, but overall…very nice. It’s good to arrive
at work really awake and energized, with the blood
flowing. Mostly the ride to and back from work is a great
transition time…whatever headaches, frustrations or crazy
stuff went on during the day, you know the ride home will
be a real stress-beater. You’re in control on the bike,
go at your own speed, smell the flowers and have fun.
This whole biking thing gets easier as you develop
your system. Where everything goes, how to stash all that
kit, the best way of locking up your bike, organizing
your shower stuff…. and keeping track of your keys. My
system broke down in week two when I found myself outside
the Riverton shops one fine evening in the rapidly
gathering dusk with a securely locked up bike….and me
hunting far too long for my keys. After going through all
my pockets and bags twice…and again, I realized I really
did not have them. The shopping centre had officially
closed ten minutes before, but I managed to sneak back in
through the automatic doors as someone came out, buy a $5
Chinese mini hacksaw at Big W, and proceed to saw off one
end of the locking cable to release my transport home.
Interestingly, no-one asked what I was up to during this
somewhat farcical procedure. Turned out I had left the
keys on my desk at work. System breakdown! I got a
replacement secondhand cable at the Canning markets for
$2.
This morning I saw some pelicans, a white egret and grebe
diving on the Canning river. The power-walking guy who I
usually see near the footbridge was early. He was already
heading back. The three ladies who walk together and I
always pass under a big peppermint tree were bang on
time. We said “morning!” as usual. I caught the lights
crossing Manning Road quite well and the wait was
short…and only one deaf-to-the-world person with their
phones in, oblivious to my warning bell, in the strip in
front of Curtin uni. Then came the unwanted powerwash of
the retic sprinklers. No worries. My kit dried off nicely
during the day, ready for the ride home. Wonder what’ll
happen then?
Rob H - Donga Daze - Dept of Environment &
Conservation - Parkwood to Kensington.