Article in Time Out Sydney showing off the courier community.
Habitat: The streets of Sydneyâ€™s CBD
Dress: Shorts, satchel, two way radio
Credo: â€œGet out of the f***ing wayâ€
Any job that requires you be impervious to insults, near misses with pedestrians, broken bones, dislocated joints and face-scraping grazes is no run of the mill crust-earner.
Unsurprisingly, bike couriers donâ€™t brag about their injuries. They take pride in avoiding accidents. â€œPedestrians are by far the greatest hazard to urban cyclists. My biggest fear is being knocked off my bike by a jaywalking pedestrian then going under a bus or truck,â€ says Simon â€˜Shiftyâ€™ McKenzie.
From time to time, angry drivers take aim, but most messengers are circumspect about road rage. â€œTaxi drivers pull u-turns in front of you and donâ€™t indicate. People swing their car doors open without looking. We all have to deal with the same dangers every day. Weâ€™re brothers in arms,â€ says Shifty.
â€œTaxis and buses have issues with us as we do them but it still amazes me how much good a friendly wave or apology can do.â€
Sometimes things boil over. One courier had his revenge: â€œI once stole the keys out of a car that cut me off and threw them down a drain. I can assure you itâ€™s difficult to reach in, turn the key and remove them from an occupied car.â€
After work, couriers congregate near the old Post Office on George Street at Martin Place, standing around with Coopers and a rollie in hand, talking about their bikes. â€œThis isnâ€™t a job you choose,â€ Shifty says. â€œUsually itâ€™s a job you get into because it looks cool or because you may have trouble getting another job. For a job with no qualifications it beats the hell out of flipping burgers or pouring beers.â€
Tribal site www.cycling.org.au