I have a nice thing to say about Canberra cyclists.
I do not cycle. I have two bicycles but everytime I look at them they make me feel a bit off and in need of a chardy or two.
About a fortnight ago, I was on my way to work when my car felt all wrong. I then realised my tyre was completely flat. Pulled off the road and onto a grassy patch right next to a cycle path. I tried to open the compartment where the spare was so I could get the spare and the jack out and (being 5 ft nothing and a puny weakling) I could not even physically open the compartment. I know how to change a tyre but when you don’t even have the physical strength to open the spare tyre compartment it leaves you mostly useless.
Luckily I was near a cycle path. One cyclist called the NRMA for me. The next said “Bugger that, I’ll change the tyre for you now”. Even the scary looking walker, who I suspected was an evil drug dealer, tried to help. I was standing on the cycling path in the only available shade (baking hot) and kept an eye out for cyclists, they all swerved around me slowly and so many offered to help. After all the cyclist slagging that I read here on RA I was a bit suprised.
Cyclists of Tuggeranong, you are nice people.