One day in May 1975, 20 cyclists set out from Hyde Park, Sydney bound for Canberra. The cyclists had the appearance of sixties flower children and Vietnam moratorium demonstrators. It was the Friends of the Earth protest against uranium mining. At Yass we were to join a larger group who had set out from Melbourne.
After camping outside Australia's nuclear reactor at Lucas Heights, myself and the other cyclists freewheeled down the F6 tollway before it opened to motor traffic - waving at road workers. As we passed Clifton pubs, overlooking the scenic cliff faces near Wollongong, a supportive local offered us a beer.
Out from our campsite at Wollongong University the hairpin bends in the Macquarie Pass rainforest reared up before us. Some purists rode or walked our bikes to the top. The lovely Naomi cocked a thumb at the
driver of some kind of low loader - he was no doubt surprised to find out he would be carrying 15 bicycles in return for the pleasure of her company.
With eight hours' notice, we organised a public meeting at Bowral. One member of the public rolled in from the pub across the street, listened for a short time to the assortment of hippies in the hall and left. A better organised public meeting at Yass attracted a couple of dozen genuine public.
On the last leg from Yass to Canberra we sat down on the roadway on Commonwealth Avenue Bridge, attracting national media attention - which was not very favourable. We assembled on the lawns of the then Parliament House and Gough Whitlam's Environment Minister, Dr Moss Cass emerged, surveyed us nervously and urged us to go back to our local communities to spread our message. Nevertheless, we camped on the lawns for a few nights before dispersing.
What was so remarkable about our bumbling efforts at advocacy in 1975? It was the context: 27 years after the first Holden rolled off its line, Australia's love affair with the car was at its zenith. It was several years before the launch of the Bicycle Federation of Australia and the NSW State Bicycle Advisory Committee (the writer was the first cyclist representative). 'Big Bike Rides' and the touring calendars of state bicycle organisations were yet to come. There were few bicycle couriers and hardly any besuited bicycle activists. Although the political rides of the mid-70s seem bizarre now (and seemed bizarre at the time), they would influence much that was to come.
by Don Morison
Australian Cyclist November 2005
(republished with permission)
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