Makings of a cunning plan from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Unexpectedly slow progress has left Ken with over two hundred and forty kilometres – about one hundred and sixty miles – to Sydney in just two days. Which calls for another cunning plan…
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Makings of another cunning plan
June 26th, 2011Pelican brief
June 23rd, 2011
Looks like a pelican. It’s a beak thing. But I might be hopelessly wrong. Again.
Spousal exchange
June 22nd, 2011Spousal exchange from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Slightly tongue-in-cheek perspective on the coastal town of Nambucca Heads, northern New South Wales.
No parking
June 22nd, 2011
Riding the Pacific
June 21st, 2011Riding the Pacific from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Ken describes some of his experiences on the Pacific Highway. On Australia’s east coast. New South Wales.
Favourite pitch
June 21st, 2011Favourite pitch from Ken Roberts on Vimeo.
Ken describes his favourite pitch in Australia. So far at least. Lorikeet Tourist Park. Northern New South Wales. Close to Coffs Harbour. Visit them at www.thelorikeet.com.au.
Recreational activities
June 20th, 2011
"Recreational activity" – even in one of the most regulated countries I’ve ever encountered – nothing ever left to common sense chance – this sign wins the prize for the greatest glimpse of the obvious. Or biggest cop-out. Anything from tiddly-winks to naked skydiving then.
Tartan poles
June 19th, 2011
Some of the many tartans adorning telegraph poles in Maclean, northern New South Wales. Bit of a Scottish heritage methinks. I’d visited almost by accident. Pulling off the highway. To pop into the local Police Station. But that’s quite another story…
Ground dwellers
June 18th, 2011
New South Wales. Cane toads on the wane. No sign of crocodiles. But not out of the woods. Funnel web spider territory. Deadly bite. Ground dweller. Just like yours truly.
Wondering what one actually looks like? Sorry. Absolutely no idea. Instead treating anything with eight legs as hostile. Tables excepted. After all, how sure would you be to dismiss a spider as harmless? In the confines of your tent? In the pale glow of a head torch? I’ll send flowers.
[And the spider in the photo? Like I said, no idea…]
Crossing the line
June 18th, 2011Years of cycling commuting into central London. Ridden half way around the world. Seen some terrible driving. Double overtaking in Georgia. Chaos in China. But a first in Australia. A truck driver aiming for me. Deliberate act. Clear road. Few hundred metres behind me on the horn. Continuous. Heading straight for me. Be under no illusion. But for rapid avoiding action he’d have hit me. One day he will kill someone. Not himself. Regrettably.
Plain stupidity. Lack of anticipation. Poor judgement. Features often exercised by other road users. Including a few cyclists. But usually not truck drivers. Tolerable. For they lack intent to harm others. But not in this instance.
And no illusions as to the seriousness of the matter. Suspecting the law here is similar to that in the UK. Someone dying as a result of an intent to commit grievous bodily harm – really serious harm – is called murder. Good pub quiz question. Only reason charge normally brought is one of causing death by dangerous driving is a jury’s traditional reluctance to convict for murder in the context of motoring.
So. You’ll understand I’d want to pursue all lawful means to bring the offender to justice. In this instance, helped by some roadworks a few hundred metres ahead. Forcing the driver to stop. Allowing me to get his vehicle registration number. And I made sure he saw me note it down. Wanting him to know I’m on his case. As were the Police a short time later.
[With especial thanks to New South Wales and Queensland State Police for their assistance in bringing this matter to a satisfactory conclusion]
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