The afternoon was moving to a close and I needed to organise something for dinner. I grab four calico shopping bags, my wallet, glasses and mobile, drop them into my pannier, attach the second pannier to my bicycle and ride out for a spot of quaxing. Over the next ten minutes, my neighbourhood bicycle-scape criss-crosses my ride: A young man, no helmet, shoots through the narrow path under the highway, riding a weathered bike… returning from the… Read More