There was a time when the world was painted in hues of black and white. Right and Wrong were separated by lines painted in such a thick, heavy paint that even to wander close was to already alter your very nature. The Elders taught us on which side we were to dwell and what evils would descend upon us if we were to transcend into the void. Little was known of what dwelt on the other side; the mind imagines the most horrific beasts in the unknown.
As Cyclists, we dwell in the space between black and white; everything we know is confined within the shades of gray that exist between two absolutes. Nowhere is this more true than when we subject ourselves to the roads to ply our craft at the mercy of motor vehicles, pedestrians, and the department of transportation’s ability to place potholes and manhole covers in the most inopportune locations. A moment’s inattention and our fortunes could shift dramatically.
The bike lane is shrouded in an air of false security. The white line painted a few meters from the edge of the road offers little by way of providing a barrier or any other kind of physical protection. Nevertheless, we wrap ourselves in a blanket of wishful thinking and pedal merrily along our way. The biggest problem with the bike lane is the total disregard that people, traffic, and road crews have for how few options we have outside of our narrow strip of tarmac in the event that the way is blocked, often unaware of the dangers their behaviors impose upon us. These are normally not intended as threats; it is simply a lack of exposure and appreciation of the risks we as Cyclists endure. In the spirit of Rule #3, I will outline some of the greatest risks.
Too many Cyclists are being killed doing what they love. We all understand what we risk and accept those rather than not ride our bikes, but I think I speak for all of us when I say I’d rather live to ride again tomorrow. We all have to come together with our fellow motorists to understand how best to work together. But most of all: be careful and diligent, my fellow Cyclists.
Vive la Vie Velominatus.
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@Simon
That's a beauty right there.
I think its a lack of imagination and a general lack of contemplation of what its like to be on a bike moreso than it is any kind of ill intent.
But it will still kill you.
@frank
Yeah, there are people out there who will enjoy putting your life at risk, but I think they're a very small minority; I've run into quite few of them. Mostly it's just people not registering phenomena that don't appear to their reptilian back-brains to represent a clear danger to them.
@Teocalli
Ultimate cyclocross training route!
@Fausto Crapiz
Speaking of the photo @Frank, the bar tape is is well done. Makes me want to take a razor to mine, and start over
@frank
It was bound to happen sooner or later. Chapeau to @teocalli for the assist.
@Ron @Ron I have a similar issue with a church near me. When I go South on Sunday morning, I am regularly accosted by a stream of cars speeding down one of my local roads because they're late for church. They blast by 3 inches from my left drop at double the 35mph speed limit , then right-hook into the parking lot of the church right in front of me. Somehow killing a cyclist is less a sin than parking your ass in a pew 30 sec late.
@VbyV
Just remind them "Blessed are the wheelmakers; for they will be called children of Merckx".
@frank
I ride down one stretch of road with a shitload of windows that in the afternoon lighting during the commute give me a great look at myself looking fantastic. Almost rear ended a BMW while checking myself out at 40km/h the other day... it is hard because I really do look fucking fantastic when I ride, not sure show great I would look with a tacoed front wheel and a bloody nose standing on the sidewalk though ...
Well writ Frank!
@frank
I dunno. I reckon I've nearly been on the receiving end of some ill intent. Usually driven ('scuse the pun) usually driven by a crushed ego. I guess some people just can't handle my awesome :-)