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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I agree with the sentiments with everything you wrote. However, the paper didn't seem to celebrate that the driver stayed, as this extract from the linked article reads:
"The driver was hysterical," Lennox said. "He had opened the door, and he was pacing around, screaming that she came out of his blind spot. He was pretty broken up."
Assuming the eye witness wasn't lying, the driver wasn't capable of leaving.
I was at a bike event recently where three lorries of various sizes were parked and we were invited to sit in the driver seat while a police cyclist cycled around the vehicle. I had not appreciated how little these guys see. And weirdly, what they do see is hugely distorted so where they see a cyclist is not where they actually are.
I cycle daily in central London, and have always given lorries a wide berth. Following my experience that berth increased in size.
Ride safely,
David
PS I come from a sailing background, and there's a famous poem that talks about the situation where small sailing boats may encounter large steel ships:
Here lies the body of Captain Wray
Who died defending his right of way.
He was right, dead right, as he sailed along.
But just as dead as if he'd been wrong.
@davidlhill Brilliant idea by the local constabulary to provide perspective to cyclists (or those who merely ride a bike). Having operated a number vehicles of different shapes and sizes I can firmly attest to those experiences making me a more aware driver and cyclist.
Please note: I said aware, not better. Important distinction as everyone out there tends to think they're a great driver until the empirical evidence of fucking up demonstrates to them otherwise.
And for the Love of Merckx and Memory of @ItBurns get a RoadID... and wear it.
@frank - love the Urban Riding Tips. In the SF Bay Area where you can't swing a dead cat and not hit a cyclist, there is a decidedly love/hate relationship between the two camps. While many of us follow these tips religiously, there are many cyclists who ride as if the road is theirs and the autos are the intruders. These guys tend to ride in packs of 5 or more and invariably are two abreast or more. A little common sense goes a long way. Ambassadors of the sport can still die at the hands of a reckless auto driver, but doing the right thing to project some understanding of the rules of the road can have an impact and maybe even tamp down some of that driver frustration.
@davidlhill I like your poem David. Too often I've heard from drivers and cyclists 'but I was in the right. It would have been their fault if they hit me' That may matter only to insurance companies, courts and fatal accident enquiries when assigning blame.
@Frank another damn fine article, it had me thinking of many things but surprisingly the Scottish Independence Referendum leapt out with 'There is no courage without fear, ..........The problem with the latter ...... much easier than the former and it feels a lot like easy win on the push with most of the population.'
Have courage - Vote Yes (and this is the first time and place I've published my opinion)
Now back to the bike and making it reflective. Dark morning commutes are upon us once again.
A big asset to our Saturday morning gruppo route is that we consider all input and have steadily eliminated highways before any dangerous issues emerged. By trial and error we keep uncovering better roads with hardly any traffic -- and usually that means extending the route. This also brought up an issue of getting too remote for our own good. So far there has not been really a perfect balance.
Avoid Telepathy - I like that!
Frank,
Correct on every count!
Geese aren't stupid. People who invade their space are stupid.
Kinda like motorists and cyclists. There's a frightening mindset among both; a lot of motorists in Australia and New Zealand have an attitude that cyclists are fair game, and openly state that they'd rather run over them than be held up for a few seconds more on their journey. And there's a lot of cyclists who put themselves in situations that increase the chances of said aggressive drivers of carrying out their threats.
Even when shit like this happens, there are some who find it funny, or that justice has somehow been done.
Then you have morons like this...
And this...
@davidlhill
The local news were the ones making a big deal out of him sticking around because most of the incidents involving cars hitting (and even killing) bikes sees the driver take off never to be heard from again.
@davidlhill
Even more frightening is how callus their driving style is then, given they can't see! When its foggy and I can see fuck all, my reaction is to slow down, not speed up!
@DeKerr
HERE HERE! They even make an orange wrist band, so there's no excuse!