-- NZ bikers show true colours
Otago researchers say the threat of getting the bash is keeping New Zealanders off their bicycles. Apparently, the perceived threat of attacks outweighs the benefits of pedalling. It might make me fitter, but I’m not prepared for the punch-up, some might say.
Perceptions can be funny things. Are there really that many motorists out there baying for cyclist blood?
However, I can understand certain trepidation and the threat of getting a vehicular bash. Every cyclist has a story. And research tends to back me up. 2006 Ministry of Transport crash statistics show 9 cyclist deaths; 150 were seriously injured and 683 suffered minor injuries, as indicated by police reported crashes on New Zealand roads. In the same report cyclists were found to have primary responsibility in only 30 percent of all cyclist-vehicle crashes in which they are injured or killed – i.e. vehicles cause 70 percent of injuries and deaths.
Members of Kiwi Biker, the site for all New Zealand motorcyclists, have entered the discussion.
The ‘Hitcher’ sets the tone: “Fucking treadly riders,” he begins, offering further insight. “I had an opportunity to clean up a couple of dozen of them this morning, but decided to brake hard instead.” (How accommodating, thanks Hitcher).
He goes on and on about wankers and arseholes and gut-laden lycra (fair point – guts and lycra is a bad look. But try pedalling in board shorts). “I hope your MP3 players get caught in your spokes and that your spandex suit is rent asunder when your corset snaps. There should be laws against middle-aged men in lycra,” he says (That’s a bit tough. OK, middle-aged men and all that. But, hell, do you want them to stay on the couch, grow moobs and buy a motorbike?)
He finishes: “If you want to ride on roads that owners and operators of POWERED vehicles have paid for, then please show some respect and courtesy.”
(Got to put you right here, Hitcher. Most lycra clad cyclists, and especially middle-aged ones, don’t ride because motorised transport is beyond their grasp. Like bikers they ride because they love it. And what you’ll find is that the majority of them have at least two cars back in the garage. So, they’re not riding the hairy bikers back, so to speak).
Twisted sister offered more favourable ideas. “I find a quick lick of my palm across their lycra clad arses is very enjoyable and satisfying...well it is for me anyway.”
Sounds ok, though, ah, assuming ‘sister’ is, well, you know what I mean.
Members of Kiwi Biker, the site for all New Zealand motorcyclists, have entered the discussion.
The ‘Hitcher’ sets the tone: “Fucking treadly riders,” he begins, offering further insight. “I had an opportunity to clean up a couple of dozen of them this morning, but decided to brake hard instead.” (How accommodating, thanks Hitcher).
He goes on and on about wankers and arseholes and gut-laden lycra (fair point – guts and lycra is a bad look. But try pedalling in board shorts). “I hope your MP3 players get caught in your spokes and that your spandex suit is rent asunder when your corset snaps. There should be laws against middle-aged men in lycra,” he says (That’s a bit tough. OK, middle-aged men and all that. But, hell, do you want them to stay on the couch, grow moobs and buy a motorbike?)
He finishes: “If you want to ride on roads that owners and operators of POWERED vehicles have paid for, then please show some respect and courtesy.”
(Got to put you right here, Hitcher. Most lycra clad cyclists, and especially middle-aged ones, don’t ride because motorised transport is beyond their grasp. Like bikers they ride because they love it. And what you’ll find is that the majority of them have at least two cars back in the garage. So, they’re not riding the hairy bikers back, so to speak).
Twisted sister offered more favourable ideas. “I find a quick lick of my palm across their lycra clad arses is very enjoyable and satisfying...well it is for me anyway.”
Sounds ok, though, ah, assuming ‘sister’ is, well, you know what I mean.
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