OPINION: MARTIN Luther King and I both have a dream, his might be more world changing than mine but none the less we both have one.
My dream comes from the basic-human instinct to preserve my own life, something which I have been finding hard to do this year because I ride to work.
I joked recently that I made it through a week without nearly being hit by a car but I spoke too soon because today was my closest call yet.
Listening to the conversation in the newsroom yesterday about the road rules at roundabouts I thought the road rules aren't rocket science but I realised some people might not be aware of bikes.
Riding on Avoca St a car turned in front of me and thanks to my unhealthy taste for an early morning Red Bull before the gym I reacted fast enough to hit the brakes and stop beside the passenger door of a little green hatchback.
There was no road rage, just a simple "C'mon dude" from me as I rode around the back of car and kept going, but a comment from a witness shocked me as much.
A women walking her dog said, "Terrible road isn't it?" Now unless the section of road I was on created an invisibility field which I slipped into it wasn't the road's fault, and there was no doubt it was the driver's.
Drivers watch where you are going please.
Bike riders don't have advantage of a tonne of steel, glass and plastic to protect them and will come off second best.
Bike riders, obey the road rules please, if drivers are going to have respect and care for people on bikes it's a two-way street.