We set off from our hotel to Fish and Chippers expecting a short tram ride to a tasty fish and chips. We should've known better. We got on the wrong tram, then switched to a wronger one. One of those typical couple arguments broke out where I, the man, was determined to go my way and Dodo, the woman, wanted to interrogate my thinking. When we got off the second tram we were standing next to a rental bike stand and decided to ride there. A friendly Melbournian helped us figure out the system and we ignored the large signs warning that it was against the law to ride bikes without a helmet. Dodo pedaled like a turtle, doubtful of the route or in protest, perhaps. When we dead-ended at a busy street and had to push our bikes across, I thought she was going to kill me. Save me, Fish and Chippers, save me!
