people on escalators who do that one, two, three step hesitant pause stop wait to get on, stride up the stairs, then do that one, two, three step stop wait for stair to go flat and, watch out, it’s moving. What’s that about?
walking, anywhere not alone in a flow and tangle even melee of people, then stopping dead in their tracks right there (phone, cigarette, purse, wallet, who knows why). The world is not choreographed for or around you.
because I used to race bikes knowing who what is behind is as important as what is immediately in front. If I have riders on my wheel in a bunch, and suddenly freewheel, sit up, get up out of the saddle sending my bike backwards quarter of a length, there’s a very real chance someone behind will hit me. I won’t fall but they will. Do it more than once, ever, and watch out, the bunch polices this responsibility with rigourous vigour.
when I catch the 8:05 from Monty it can be surprisingly full (I blame the year Eltham College kids spend in the city). I disembark at Greensborough where an empty train waits to leave in about 5 minutes.