As I faced my first world dilemma this morning of "where to have my morning coffee" I found this gem in a side street in Kirribilli.
Her rustic tyre mud guard caught my eye, then I saw her flat tyre, and then I realised she was being used as a sign post for Cafe d'or.
Is it the low rider seat?
Is it the basket?
Is it her killer calves?
Is it her free flowing hair?
Wait, free flowing hair? My hair isn't free when I ride.
That's because my hair's stuck under a stinky helmet. I'd been riding around Sydney all day, sweating under this bowling ball that's supposed to be my life jacket on Sydney roads. When I stopped for a pit stopped in Enmore I saw this chic cruising along.
High Five to the http://helmetfreedom.org/ group for starting this campaign to abolish antiquated non-sensical laws that deters more people from riding that it saves.
Check this parody of mandatory life jackets to understand the parallels.