At least once a week, whilst walking the dogs or riding the St. Georges Rd. bike path, Kim and I come across the Preston clown. Kim seems to think he spends his whole day riding up and down, and has seen him in Fitzroy, and as far as central Preston (High Street) on the footpath. It would be fair to call him a bit of an attention-seeker. He rides a childs bike, with a frizbee looped over the handlebars, a P-plater flag on the top of a pole, a straight pink shiny bunch of tassels for hair under a cap, and incredibly, a tennis racket in his raised left hand. He appears to be in his 40’s and his knees ride up under his chin. Each time I see him, I try to remember one more thing about the whirling mass of energy that he appears as. I have never seen him stop moving – perhaps in true clown-style, he ignores all road signs and traffic lights. I would like to know what sort of person he is – whether he is straight-out insane, or perhaps someone who has been deeply hurt or disillusioned with life. I want to know where he is going, and what food he eats for dinner when he gets home. I want to know if he goes to Melbourne’s Circus School . If he does, that’s a hell of a ride to do each day with only one usable arm. He is a constant delight and should be cherished before he disappears.