Six deliveries in fifteen minutes
On the evening of 31 March 2026, I got home at 19:10 hoping the day’s noise was behind me. By 19:25, six Checkers Sixty60 deliveries had already raced up the street again.
Date: 31 March 2026
I stayed at the office later than usual because I wanted to avoid the noise at home. It was already dark when I got back at 19:10.
In the fifteen minutes that followed, up to 19:25, there were six deliveries racing up the street again. Five of them were the same obnoxious BigBoy bikes, engines straining on the incline and echoing through the neighbourhood.
It immediately brought everything back
The anxiety spiked straight away. So did the anger. After trying to avoid the noise all day, I arrived home only to walk straight back into it.
It got bad enough that I left home again and went to visit a friend just to calm down. That is what this has become: trying to escape my own house because Checkers Sixty60 refuses to stop using bikes that are clearly unsuitable for this street.
We have explained this over and over
Residents have pleaded. We have explained the toll on our mental health. We have explained the anxiety. We have explained that this is pushing people far beyond ordinary irritation and into something much more serious.
Nothing meaningful changes. The same bikes keep coming, the same noise keeps returning, and the message from Checkers Sixty60 now feels brutally clear: if your street has become useful to their delivery network, then your wellbeing is irrelevant. You are expected to absorb the damage, live with the anxiety, and shut up about it.
What is it going to take?
At this point, it is no longer believable that this is ignorance. The human impact has been explained too many times, in too much detail, for Checkers Sixty60 to pretend it does not understand what these bikes are doing to people living here. This now looks like a conscious choice to protect convenience and profit while residents carry the cost.
I am furious that a major retailer can keep doing this night after night and still behave as though the people living on these streets do not matter. Being made to feel pushed out of my own home by a delivery operation that could be changed, but simply is not, is not just frustrating. It is contemptible.