Spokes(Wo)Man

Scared of traffic ? No bike infrastructure ? Too Far ? Helmet hair ?

 

Fuck it, ride anyway

Wow, large NSW employer acts like a dick; public stunned

Poor Sprocketman. Last night his rear tyre blew out, and he had to walk his bike to the nearest station to catch the train the last 20 minutes home. From there it's another 20 minute walk to our house.

All he had instead of his (utterly impractical to walk in) cycling shoes, were the rubber thongs he wears in the showers at work; and somewhere in the kerfuffle he lost his favourite aerodynamic water bottle; but now today, TODAY his employer tells him there have been "concerns" about his bike parked at work, and he may no longer store his bike on the premises.

What a bunch. Of. Shunts.

The SO currently works at a major [ahem] “Entertainment” facility in the state; they have two gaming floors, eight bars, seven restaurants, 351 hotel rooms and 130 serviced and privately owned apartments. It also includes a spa centre, a 2,000 seat theatre and an event centre. They’ve spent close to a billion dollars on refitting the place in the best RSL-chic that dirty money can buy over the last few years, and they haven’t got anywhere in all that acreage for workers to securely lock their bikes. Not even one bicycle.

You and yer donkey; fuck off

You and yer donkey; fuck off

But as far as we know, Sprocketman is the only employee who rides in. This horrendously backward-thinking employer, located in the already congested CBD, offers subsidised car parking, and discounts on healthcare, but no bike parking to help staff stay healthy and not require their shitty discounted healthcare to begin with.

All roads lead to the Casi ... ahem ... "Entertainment" facility

All roads lead to the Casi ... ahem ... "Entertainment" facility

They turn a blind eye to problem behavior and alcoholism, they deal with physical violence between high-net worth clients in-house, sweeping it under the bloodstained carpet and “solving” issues by comping rooms and services.

Behold the moral high-ground of a room full of Poker machines

Behold the moral high-ground of a room full of Poker machines

They turn a blind eye to so many other requirements, and yet management has gone into melt-down mode over a single bike.

To them we say “Get Fucked.” No, really. Go. Fuck. Yourselves.

Sprocketman in every team meeting for the next 2 weeks

Sprocketman in every team meeting for the next 2 weeks

We found somewhere else for him to park his bike. At his new employer’s offices. Two weeks notice.

Priceless.