Stupidity is a powerful force never to be underestimated. Geese are a good example; a more stupid vertebrate one would be most challenged to come across yet should you wander into a flock of them pecking about peacefully in a field, one is likely to erupt from its grazing to grab a billful of your ass and commence beating you savagely with its wing. I witnessed such an event in Minneapolis, where a goose goosed a friend of mine. To our collective dismay, he showed off his buttockian bruise proudly for many weeks.
I’m not immune my own stupidity, which is unfortunate because if you already have to deal with other people’s stupidity, you should at least be free of dealing with your own. Tragically, the opposite appears to be true. In point of fact, a dominant portion of my life is spent recovering from my own acts of idiocy. For example, I recently rode an Imperial century on Whidbey Island in scorching heat. To combat dehydration, I carefully prepared my usual two bidons – one with electrolyte and one with plain water as is my custom – and proceeded to leave them in the car rather than place them on the bike. I was gleefully unaware of this oversight until I was well over an hour into the ride and I reached down for a drink in my usual Casually Deliberate style and found the cages mockingly empty.
Stupidity is also why I believe the iPhone has always been designed to be a one-handed device, to allow its user to send messages with one hand while driving, leaving the other hand free to drink coffee or wave the bird at other drivers. This leaves plenty of bandwidth for the vehicle to swerve off the road and stack up bicyclists on its hood.
There is no courage without fear, and no intelligence without idiocy. The problem with the latter in both cases is that they are much easier than the former and it feels a lot like easy win on the push with most of the population. Which means that in the majority of cases, we are dealing with idiotic cowards which is not an encouraging scenario, especially when taking your own stupidity into account.
Last year, the New York Times published an essay on the mentality of motorists when it comes to Cyclists. Its a terrifying read, the sort of writing that makes you question whether its smart to keep riding on the road. My personal conclusion is that the road is where I find my soul; to stop riding would be its own kind of death. Nevertheless, it is frightening thought that not only are many motorists inattentive, but some feel bicycles don’t belong on the road in the first place, and that should they be struck and killed, it is somehow their own fault. A truck driver in Seattle recently killed a female Cyclist who was commuting downtown. The local news celebrated the driver’s integrity for not leaving the scene of the accident.
Which raises the question of how one is to stay safe while riding. Personally, I’ve found myself riding ever more defensively aggressive when I’m on the road. I’m riding farther out from the side on narrow roads to keep cars passing at dangerous points and I’m avoiding the highest-trafficked roads whenever possible. In the rain, I’m even riding The Reflective Bike of Authority. (I draw the line at donning a YJA; we’re not a savages.)
These are easy things to do, but the fact is we are still at the mercy of our peers on the road who may not be watching for us, or – worse – not care if they hit is or – worst of all – feel it is somehow our own fault by being on the road in the first place. Changing this begins with us, the Cyclists, through the idea that we are ambassadors for our sport. With that, I felt it an appropriate time to remind us of our Urban Riding tips and update them a bit.
The best rides are those you come home from; always ride to proactively avoid placing yourself in dangerous situations and have a plan if you find yourself needing to take a risk. Stay safe and always remember we’re all brothers and sisters on the road. Vive la Vie Velominatus.
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The biggest thing I'd like to add is DON'T PASS ON THE RIGHT... even if you're in a bike lane (for North America). But if you must, do so with the utmost caution. Drivers don't look or signal if they're turning right, they just swerve, and they assume that once they've passed you that you disappear like some sort of video game (as much of their life is imagined as though they were 'gaming'). I've had people pull up beside me, then swerve into a drive way while I'm still there - in a bike lane I might add.
My other rule to add is: ALWAYS ASSUME THEY'RE TEXTING. because they usually are.
I've pre-ordered a Ride Eye in order to get evidence of aggression and dangerous driving.
Also, a fellow out of England has written a book that would enlighten many motorists. Although in North America this may be quite different since much of the infrastructure was built during the auto boom.
http://www.roadswerenotbuiltforcars.com/
My favorite thing for a-hoes to say if "You're not a car", to which an easy response is "Neither are you! Unless of course you are the first talking car of your kind. I am a person, nice to meet you talking automobile"
@Teocalli
And to enlighten our younger readers, the lenses on those puppies were about 3" in diameter! And the clips were so bad that if you hit a serious bump the damn thing jumped out, landed on the road and promptly broke into 20 pieces.
The road is host to many more idiots than murderers. I set my 650 lumen NiteRider to blink for daytime town riding. Cars magically pull to the left. I have even seen young women look up from texting behind the wheel.
A new kickstarter project (ridehelios.com) has bars with built in front light and turn signals. Won't work for that perfect fit, but plenty good enough for the commuter bike.
@wiscot
Yup! I'm sure I have a metal one somewhere too with many dents from that syndrome. Trouble is that even if the lamp survived the filament in the bulb inevitably broke.
@Teocalli
Yup, and to be honest, after 20 minutes of use you'd probably get more lumens from a candle!
I'm so old I remember handlebar-mounted bottle cages. Most bikes had no brazed-on bosses. They sucked unless you activated the spring clip that squeezed the bottle! Again, you hit a bump and your bottle went a-flyin'! They were chrome-plated steel which always worked well when brought into contact with liquids.
You kids today, you just don't know how good you have it, now get orf my lawn.
@frank you got a part number for that tape?
@extra special and bitter re: never pass on the right: it astounds me how many drivers will roar up my side, slam on their brakes to make a right in front of me, realize I'm there and moving faster than some college kid on a walmart bike, then almost get rear ended because it only then occurs to them that they shouldn't cut me off. Then everyone has to wait while I yell at them that if they're going to cut me off they should just own it.
@Mikael Liddy
That gilet is awesome, I was given one as a freebie during my recent Manchester to London ride. Downside is that I'm now going to be forced to buy some Rapha kit as it doesn't go at all all well with any of my current kit. The fit is absolutely spot on.
I was wondering how it would be received here, is a PYA (or PGA) more acceptable than I YHA (YGA) on the grounds that it's a nice piece of kit and it is possible to look fabulous in it?
I think I might need a black bike first.
@Chris
I believe that's the low-cut Quintana model right there . . .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RHv4ESCggo 14 seconds an 1' 25" tell the terrible tale of the pink booties.