The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that this city was built for motorbikes.
I’m pretty sure Walter and dearest wife Marion had just finished a winding ride through the country when they sat down to draw the plans for our fair city.
“Marion, darling, you know what?
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“What is it, sweet heart?”
“I do so love the gyroscopic stabilisation that counters the gravitational force multiplied by the relevant torque of the radius when counter steering in and out of a perfect semi ellipse*.”
“What was that, cherry pie?”
“I said roundabouts kick arse, and I shall design a city where motorcycles reign supreme! …Marion darling, draw me some circles!”
And so it was, the nation’s capital was built with two wheels in mind.
Beautifully gliding roundabouts pouring into long straight, clean roads which give rise to the speeds required to feel the fresh wind mixing with the generous sun, while the sound of a purring and dutiful engine filters through a pillow that surrounds your entire head – transport as snug as the womb.
The Griffins were also kind enough to make sure that our motorbike paths (otherwise known as roads) were surrounded by beautiful bush land and postcard-esque lakes. What a thoughtful couple!
Free parking, cheep rego, $10 a week for fuel, low maintenance, and endless amounts of pleasure – buy a motorbike.
Yes, winter can get cold, but a few extra layers and not a chill can be felt.
Yes, road accidents involving motorcyclists rarely favour the rider, but remembering that all cars are deaf and blind goes a long way to keeping you alive (and you’re going to die anyway).
The Stay Upright course offer beginner classes for those who have never ridden before. The class walks you through the process of how to approach the bike, how to start it, which lever does what, etc, and at the end of the class you get your L license, allowing you to ride on the roads.
Do it. Cars are fat and smelly and take all the fun out of movement.
*I’m not a physicist
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