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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@DeKerr
This.
@Ccos
Also this. Sensibility might come into play; a little wave to get their attention, gauge their demeanour, gesture to roll the window down...that sort of thing?
@frank
I know a couple bus drivers and they've shared some stories: split shifts and weird hours mean a disproportionate rate of drug use, i.e. speed and coke, and resultant road rage. When they're that over the top, get the time and route number and phone in a complaint.
@Rob
Rob is wise. Like Rob, after many, many years of sharing the road with cars, I do have a hair trigger for telling someone to fuck off if necessary.
Once, on my commute home I was about to take a right on my home street. Of course a car was passing me and it took the same right, no signal, no warning. Had I been going straight it would have been ugly. I called the operator an "Old Whore!" and we both careened through the corner. The car then pulled into the next driveway, where a grandson was waiting for his grandmother to arrive, the aforementioned Old Whore.
As she pulled in, and I rode by, the grandson gave me the shrug, essentially saying, sorry, she is old as fuck to be driving. No harm, no foul.
I fear I've told this proud story before. Oh well.
@frank
If you're willing to desecrate a pair of rims, putting it on the rims can give an amazing result. The silver-color tape on an old pair of Open-4 CD's (or the like) hardly shows from more than a few feet away. Line one side of the rim and it has a pulsating effect, like a big blinky light. I don't know if it looks PRO, but it'll help keep you alive.
Wait, you went for a ride in scorching heat and didn't take a drink for an hour?
I want my 3 feet and "reasonable and prudent speed"!
http://www.latimes.com/local/la-me-bike-clearance-20140917-story.html
Of course there is also this:
http://www.latimes.com/local/lanow/la-me-ln-milton-charges-deputy-20140828-story.html
This is my go-to gilet/overshoe combo for winter pre-work rides. The stripes across the middle are reflective & the back has further reflective patches as well, needless to say the pink is fairly eye catching (I've been told by riding buddies I'm still visible from close to 1k away on a foggy morning) and my thinking is that given my feet are the bit that's moving, making them as bright as possible can't hurt in attracting attention.
The rumour that I also take considerable enjoyment from the odd looks I get walking to the office after parking the bike are completely unfounded...
@Mikael Liddy
You're a brave, brave man, Mikael. I salute you.
I mean, photographic evidence of a Rule 50 transgression. Your name may start with an M but doesn't end 'arco'.
David (in jest, of course.....)
Bike lanes? Car lanes? Driver education? Traffic lights? Road rules? LUXURY!
I've lived in Cairo for a little over a year now. Its a city of 12 million people, with very limited public transport - the car is king. Petrol is cheap as are taxis and micro busses so the roads are very busy and well known for traffic jams. Fortunately I can walk to work. I don't imagine I will ever drive here. The road rules are routinely disregarded. There's only a few sets of traffic lights in the whole city and they get ignored. It's quite normal for vehicles to cut across traffic, push in, turn left from the right lane, shortcut roundabouts or drive on the wrong side of the road. Anything goes.
I ride the roads a bit. About 4-5 hours a week. Its about 15 minutes on the road to get to the MTB trails. The road bunch goes every Friday morning, returning before midday prayer time so the traffic is considerably reduced, but still solid. So its very much a matter of going when and where the cars are not.
On first impression its chaos but after a while you get used to the patterns. It can seem "dog eat dog" but there's an order to it. And there's very lttle agro out there. Everyone gets cut off all day so it becomes a non issue. There's not so many hoons but just as many idiots.
In the end, the way I ride here is the same as in any city, heavily regulated or not: Be hyper aware of every vehicle, expect it to cross your path or into your space, have an exit plan, ride predictably, make eye contact...etc
In many ways the increasing regulation of roads can make drivers less aware of the bigger picture and fixated with their "right of way" which they equate to some kind of ownership. Sydney was a beautiful place to ride but the divide between cars and bikes is getting extreme. At least in Cairo the idiots yelling out car windows usually cheer or call "Welcome to Egypt".
11. Run a mirror. Most fatalities in Oz happen when the cyclist is struck form behind, especially at pinch points. KNowing what's coming can save your life.
12. Make eye contact before crossing the path of a vehicle. If you can't see the whites of their eyes, they have not seen you.
I ride at night a lot, as previously noted. Less cars, less heat, no magpies. What's not to love.
Good lights, including a little blue flasher to give peeps taht "oh fuck, its' the cops" moment.