When I went to apply for a new licence at the RTA the other day I saw Tim on his bike delivering mail – I gave him a toot and blew him a kiss – he probably thought it was some random weirdo hanging out the car window. He is probably the smartest person in the depot that he is based at. In a couple of weeks he’ll have his first review then he’s hoping he’ll be offered full-time hours so that he can quit the cleaning job early in the morning. At the moment he’s working for Australia Post from 10am to 2pm. Apparently he gets all kinds of people shouting at him from cars, tooting him, asking for directions, some people ask him why he’s riding a bike and not a motorbike, some shop keepers get angry if he doesn’t take their mail inside, some other people are completely nuts and think that they are having their mail monitored by government officials. His first week of work he came back with scrapes on his shins from falling off his bike a couple of times. He is constantly getting on and off the bike so the bike has fallen over a few times. His seat keeps coming off so he has to keep making sure that its on securely. Poor little thing.