|The newspaper photo of my brother|
In Australia this is a rude way of telling someone to go away.
Here’s a story of how my brother used his bike as a protest.
When we were in high (secondary) school, we lived out in the country and had to travel by bus to school.
When the number of children in our area dropped, the bus was re-routed to a much more roundabout route that then took us over an hour to get to school.
As it only took about 25 minutes by car, my brother decided it must be shorter for him to ride his bike to school.
It was shorter, but only just. But, he was making a stand!
It must have been a pretty hairy ride at times as the first part of the road was barely wide enough for a car in either direction, until he got onto the highway.
|Dad with a great bike...|
and a great hat!
The highway would have been OK most of the time as it was a bit wider, but here he had to share with trucks, tractors and other larger farm machinery. We lived in the middle of the wheat belt of NW Victoria.
He made it into the local newspaper, the Wimmera Mail Times with a large photo.
It wasn’t uncommon for people to ride bikes long distances, but to do it day after day over the same distance!
Unfortunately, it didn’t have any impact on the bus route but my brother is still a keen cyclist. Not quite as skinny now though.
|Mum and her little sister - looks like|
the little sister got the seat!
I’ve also included a selection of some of the other family members on bikes.
|Me on my first 'big' bike. I was a |
farm kid and not fond of dresses