You aren't being a dick, and you are forgiving.
What it's like couriering in different cities, starting over, the positives and negatives, London-Sydney-Toronto
The massive, somewhat stupid event of the Cycle Messenger World Championships happened in August and this was Jorja's first real attempt at being competitive.
Capturing the last day of work with a roll of film.
Reflecting on what basics I learnt now that I can no longer call myself a courier.
Opening up my crinkled and grease marked diary for ya'll to gander at.
Too much information apparently about Arts and Crafts Week at Panty Camp.
Using a disposable camera on a Friday afternoon to capture that universal Friday fizz!
Danny talks about his first win but losing experience.
The metal, industrial beast My friend Bart told me about a system he uses to encourage him to try something new, he calls it ‘life points’. You don’t have a bank of [...]
I broke some small bones in my back in a late night crash a while ago; they’re the best ones to break. Little things called spinous and transverse process that support muscles and ligaments. They can [...]
"The Sister City Cat race was started in 2013 as an attempt to raise funds for the Cycle Messenger World Championships that would take place in Mexico City the following year. It was such a [...]
I'd not heard of him and then about a month ago I couldn't go a day without hearing his name in another story about how fast he was. Someone told me that in a time trial [...]
click on the left side to start audio Sydney was a strange place when I first arrived; standing sweaty-faced in a noisy queue of Asians, new smells hitting my nose like fireworks, seeing bats [...]
It was in dark, narrow streets of Enmore, Dan and I were driving the sinister van on the way to Young Henry’s to do the photo-shoot of next years World Naked Courier Calendar. Maybe it [...]
Lachie Denise Thompson; photographer, courier, curator of the upcoming courier zine, and has eyes the colour of blue ice. Melbourne born; he has a knack for giving people the finger and taking really really good photos: Why did [...]
This piece was published by Mybikemagazine.com WORK I am a female bike messenger, I am one of those idiots on a bike that are just asking to be run over, but it doesn’t feel that [...]
I sit on the steps waiting for a job to hit my screen, and I watch as these impossibly clean women teeter past, hair bouncing, shoes shining, panty-hoes without a pucker; so much more then [...]
My ass is sore and I’m shifting around on my saddle, hands alternately numbing, sweat wicked up through my shirt cold now in the ocean air, five hours in, my left knee is throwing handfuls [...]
Leila made a shift from coffee to courier last week. She has been fraternising with the Sydney couriers all along with her boyfriend being one of them and it seemed only a matter of time [...]
I wrote in my diary last month, ‘I am really comfortable with my future. I feel it is fully loaded with excitement and happiness. I’ll be so ready to leave come January, with sweet bikes between [...]
Robin works for one of the smaller courier companies in Sydney and (not that I have seen him play) but I think he is a pretty decent Bike Polo player. I had clicked on a [...]
Watching a couple couriers smoke meth at the pub the other night I started thinking about how my view of bike couriers has changed over time. I remember noticing a courier stretched out on a [...]
For months now I’ve been hunting down a part-time job couriering here in Sydney, keen to keep my jobs of excel learning and accounting lingo, but the courier companies wanted a full timer or nothing. [...]