OPINION:
It's that time of year when I blow the cobwebs off the old Honda motorcycle, take the rego off hold and start commuting to work on two wheels rather than four.
I do it because I love riding my bike, I love saving money on gas, I love free parking and mostly, I love being more nimble in traffic. It reminds me of my days riding a Royal Enfield Bullet in New Delhi, overtaking, and sometimes undertaking, hundreds of cars that were stuck in gridlock, their owners saving money by turning the car engines off as they waited for the change of lights that would see them get 300m further ahead on their way to the market.
It was the same last week as I hit peak hour in Palmy of 9am. Tremaine Ave from Bunnings to the hospital was a carpark, due to a series of roadworks. The Honda purred as I crawled past the gridlock. I could feel the death stares from the single occupants of most of those cars as I snuck past (while keeping my wheels on the left side of the centre line, of course!).
While I felt sympathy for the drivers, I did not feel guilt. I reasoned that if more of those fuming four-wheel motorists were on two wheels there would not be a traffic jam in the first place. It also made me realise the growth of our city's population and the growth of the size of our vehicle fleet have meant we have something now that we used to boast about not having - traffic jams.