On the design of bridges
I ride a road bike. I love my road bike because the lack of jumping up gutters is easily compensated for by the extra speed. However last night I wished that I was on a mountain bike.
I was riding along the Yarra to get to the Como in South Yarra with a couple of friends. One of them went to go down a ramp but stopped and asked me if I could go down it because it was a wooden ramp. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be able to?” I asked. “Your tires are too thin” he replied. Nonsense I though, are you challenging my masculinity?
So we’re going down the ramp and I note “which fucken genius designed this bridge, you’d think they would have put the wooden slats perpendicular rather than straight up and down the way they are.” Just then I feel my back wheel slip a bit but we’re getting towards the bottom of the ramp and we’re moving at a reasonable pace. “Oh shit, better be careful,” I think to myself.
Just then I look down and see my front wheel drop down between two planks. My bike stops dead. I don’t.
My whole body hurts.









