Why Cycling in Sydney is Doomed
In my (almost) three months in Europe I fell in love. Not with another person, or with the beautifully historic buildings or the canals or the languages, but with bicycles. But I didn’t fall in love with those sleek metal frames and soft touch handles, no, I fell in love with what bicycles gave me. Never had it been more convenient to get pretty much anywhere around town – no worries about finding parking, paying and waiting for the train or spending more half an hour legging it somewhere. Continue reading “Why Cycling in Sydney is Doomed”