There is little in life that compares to a ride along a quiet country road. This surely is the altar of our sport, where all the greatest qualities of cycling are brought into relief by the simple act of propelling yourself along by your own power. Despite being social creatures, the experience is heightened by solitude; when no one else is witness this glorious act, we are allowed to slip further into the simplicity of the act. Our arms reaching out to the bars, the rhythm as our legs spin the pedals, the feel of the machine as it glides along effortlessly, the feeling of power as we stand to accelerate over a hill, the wind in our face, knowing it’s generated by our own speed. There is only the road, the machine, and ourselves.
Alas, for most of us, this experience is reserved for special rides when circumstance finds us within reach of such a place. Indeed, many of us spend the majority of our time riding the busy roads found in our urban lifestyles, not deserted country lanes. This reality has us facing a choice between not riding or riding amongst traffic that threatens a significant negative impact on our well-being should something go sideways – like, for example, your bicycle.
While it is inherently more dangerous than riding on quiet roads, the risk of urban riding can be managed somewhat through vigilance and discipline. We must constantly be aware of our surroundings and understand not only the risks traffic poses to us, but also the unpredictability we ourselves bring to a driver who doesn’t understand the way a cyclist thinks, and what we might do next. The bicycle and the traffic together form two parts of a dangerous equation where we control few of the variables and stand to lose a great deal should something go wrong. In light of this, we should focus on maximizing the elements we can control, and marginalize those we can’t.
Ride predictably. When out training in town, consider yourself to be riding in the bunch, except the other riders are cars that can kill you. Just like riding in a group, when in traffic, hold your line, signal when there’s a hazard or when turning, and generally ride as predictably possible.
Ride on the sunny side of the street. If there is a shoulder, ride in it, but if not, stay as far to the side as you safely are able to. Don’t ride so far to the side that it means you might hit something that might cause you to move erratically; there’s nothing safe about suddenly flying out into traffic because you hit something at the side of the road.
Only ride through puddles you can see the bottom of. Water tends to accumulate along the side of the road, and has a nasty habit of being smooth on the surface regardless of what the bottom looks like. If you can’t see the bottom of the puddle, it’s safer to ride around it than it is to ride through it and risk getting launched by a hidden pothole.
Ride aggressively defensive. If there’s a narrow section of road coming up where it will be dangerous for a car to pass, signal to the cars behind and swing out into the middle of the lane until it’s safe for them to pass.
It’s helpful to be able to accelerate quickly to move with traffic if necessary. In the event that you’re riding in a lane in order to discourage cars from passing, it’s good to move at the same speed as the traffic in order to piss them off slightly less and reduce the chance that they go all gansta on your ass and hit or shoot you out of spite.
Be gracious. If a car does the right thing, wave at them in thanks. If you know you are holding them up because you’re obstructing their path, move the side as soon as it’s safe and gesture your appreciation of their patience.
Don’t escalate. You will invariably be placed into a dangerous situation by a driver who is either ignorant of the danger they caused you or is simply an ass. In both of these cases, screaming obscenities at them will only serve to put them on the defensive and make them hate cyclists even more than they already do. If you absolutely must say something, do your best to let them know why what they did was dangerous; if you’re polite and assertive, the message is much more likely to find it’s way home.
Details matter; pay attention to the cars around you. Take note of the subtle signals the drivers are sending you. Are they overly fond of the brake pedal? Are they speeding? Are they swerving, texting, or otherwise distracted? Or do they drive predictably and use their turn signals properly? These things will tell you a lot about how safe you’ll be when they’re close to you.
Avoid overly dangerous routes. Ride on the roads you need to in order to train properly, but also avoid unnecessarily dangerous areas or only ride them when traffic is at it’s lightest. Roads with good shoulders are preferable and, counter-intuitively, bike paths are not always safer places to ride; these are often filled with people of a variety of skill levels who may not be paying attention.
Lastly, cycling is easier to enjoy if you’re alive and in one piece; always ride to proactively avoid placing yourself in risky situations when possible and have a plan if you find yourself needing to take a risk.
Some fantastic riding can be had on urban roads. Always be careful to understand your risks; be agressive when safety requires it, and defensive when it doesn’t.
Vive la Vie Velominatus.
frank
The founder of Velominati and curator of The Rules, Frank was born in the Dutch colonies of Minnesota. His boundless physical talents are carefully canceled out by his equally boundless enthusiasm for drinking. Coffee, beer, wine, if it’s in a container, he will enjoy it, a lot of it. He currently lives in Seattle. He loves riding in the rain and scheduling visits with the Man with the Hammer just to be reminded of the privilege it is to feel completely depleted. He holds down a technology job the description of which no-one really understands and his interests outside of Cycling and drinking are Cycling and drinking.
As devoted aesthete, the only thing more important to him than riding a bike well is looking good doing it.
Frank is co-author along with the other Keepers of the Cog of the popular book, The Rules, The Way of the Cycling Disciple and also writes a monthly column for the magazine, Cyclist. He is also currently working on the first follow-up to The Rules, tentatively entitled The Hardmen.
Email him directly at rouleur@velominati.com.
@minion
For me, if water is below 30C, my lips turn blue. I prefer bath water.
Yarp I've migrated to that point of view. Great waves but not fricken worth it. I used to put my wetsuit on at home in the shower so I could fill it up with warm water.
I assume you didn't have to ride the bus to the beach.
Reminds me of the times over Dec and Jan in Doha when I'd be running in the morning in long sleeves. Brrrrrrr.
Oh well, no seasons here in Singapore, really. If I go out at 5am it might be 27C. Go out at 8am it'll be 30C. Go out at 3pm it'll be 31C. June, December, doesn't matter.
Might just rain more, but rarely for long. Too warm to worry about wet-weather gear, too, as I'd just sweat inside most things, and water smells better than sweat.
While by the numbers it's aboput as cold as northern England or Scotland, it's the lunacy of jumping in the 9 degree water to go surfing because it's warmer than the air in Winter that gets you.
It's all relative innit...
17C for me is less than half the 'normal' temperature I'm used to riding in, so I'm calling it cold !
When I lived in London I used to swim in Tooting Bec Lido all year round.
I wore a wetsuit and gloves but would still swim a mile or so in water that was 3 or 4C. Occasionally with ice on top. A swimming/tri wetsuit however is only 3-5mm, so I'm pretty sure my core temperature would have been much lower after 35mins. When I would get in the hot shower afterwards my hands used to feel like they'd been shut in a door as the blood came back in. Cycling after that didn't seem to be cold at all ;-)
@Blah I gather there is some good cycling around Singapore. I know a very good (tri) cyclist there, so let me know if you want his details. I helped him out when he was on some project assignments in Abu Dhabi so he owes me.
Clearly V and 9 only apply to cycling for you saft lot
Ugh, had one of those days yesterday. Just a few minutes in I decide to "yield" a stop sign in order to get away from a stream of angry cars. It was 17.15, as rush hour was getting going. As I crossed to the opposite side of the intersection fancy Miss Saab rolls up, rolls down her window, then tells me to obey the laws. I asked her if she ever exceeds the speed limit. When I can be safer by doing so, I'm going to bend the laws. And I sure as hell don't need the citizens police brigade giving me orders.
Just a few minutes later I was honked at. It was one of those, "Um, do you expect me to dismount and wait off the road until you pass?" moments.
Two hours of riding, three handfuls of close passes, one woman rounding a corner coming my way far above the speed limit...with one hand on the wheel...and most of her face obscure by a super gulp cup. My goodness. If I have one hope in this world it's that people will take driving more seriously. It's a total farce how careless and reckless the majority of drivers are.
As I rolled back into the city from the country I sat up and said to myself, "Just let it all go, enjoy the final leg, find some peace." As I did so a huge truck decided it was good to pass me as another car went by on the opposite side of the road. I HATE when drivers think it's okay or safe to pass three wide. If anything goes wrong I'm either killed or sent into the ditch. And this was in a neighborhood. And I'd moved far left to take up the lane and say, "Don't pass me here."
I caught the fool at the next light and told him he nearly clipped me with his mirror and killed me. Instead of saying, "Oh wow, I'm sorry," he proceeded to cuss me out. I'm positive he'd have gotten out of his truck or tried to run me over were there not many other cagers around serving as witnesses.
I do my best to set up my days to ride off-peak, but the ride I had yesterday makes me wonder if it is even worth it to ride at rush hour. It really sucks having to share the road with maniacs. Why does working until 5 give you the right the threaten my life? Why can't Scrabble or net gaming be my hobby?
Defensively aggressive would have required a police escort and some weapons yesterday.
Nice to review this article... I think it is time appropriate Ride safe this weekend gentlemen..
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@minion
For me, if water is below 30C, my lips turn blue. I prefer bath water.
Yarp I've migrated to that point of view. Great waves but not fricken worth it. I used to put my wetsuit on at home in the shower so I could fill it up with warm water.
I assume you didn't have to ride the bus to the beach.
@minion
Cold... bloody hell it was 17C when I walked out this morning. Spent the whole ride wishing I had shoe-covers and long-fingered gloves.
I'll stick it out this week and put them on (and undershirt) when I come back after Eid.
@ChrisO
Reminds me of the times over Dec and Jan in Doha when I'd be running in the morning in long sleeves. Brrrrrrr.
Oh well, no seasons here in Singapore, really. If I go out at 5am it might be 27C. Go out at 8am it'll be 30C. Go out at 3pm it'll be 31C. June, December, doesn't matter.
Might just rain more, but rarely for long. Too warm to worry about wet-weather gear, too, as I'd just sweat inside most things, and water smells better than sweat.
Erm....
I don't think we're in the same ball park...remember it's nearly summer here
While by the numbers it's aboput as cold as northern England or Scotland, it's the lunacy of jumping in the 9 degree water to go surfing because it's warmer than the air in Winter that gets you.
It's all relative innit...
17C for me is less than half the 'normal' temperature I'm used to riding in, so I'm calling it cold !
When I lived in London I used to swim in Tooting Bec Lido all year round.
I wore a wetsuit and gloves but would still swim a mile or so in water that was 3 or 4C. Occasionally with ice on top. A swimming/tri wetsuit however is only 3-5mm, so I'm pretty sure my core temperature would have been much lower after 35mins. When I would get in the hot shower afterwards my hands used to feel like they'd been shut in a door as the blood came back in. Cycling after that didn't seem to be cold at all ;-)
@Blah I gather there is some good cycling around Singapore. I know a very good (tri) cyclist there, so let me know if you want his details. I helped him out when he was on some project assignments in Abu Dhabi so he owes me.
@ChrisO
@minion
@Blah
@Jeff in PetroMetro
Clearly V and 9 only apply to cycling for you saft lot
Ugh, had one of those days yesterday. Just a few minutes in I decide to "yield" a stop sign in order to get away from a stream of angry cars. It was 17.15, as rush hour was getting going. As I crossed to the opposite side of the intersection fancy Miss Saab rolls up, rolls down her window, then tells me to obey the laws. I asked her if she ever exceeds the speed limit. When I can be safer by doing so, I'm going to bend the laws. And I sure as hell don't need the citizens police brigade giving me orders.
Just a few minutes later I was honked at. It was one of those, "Um, do you expect me to dismount and wait off the road until you pass?" moments.
Two hours of riding, three handfuls of close passes, one woman rounding a corner coming my way far above the speed limit...with one hand on the wheel...and most of her face obscure by a super gulp cup. My goodness. If I have one hope in this world it's that people will take driving more seriously. It's a total farce how careless and reckless the majority of drivers are.
As I rolled back into the city from the country I sat up and said to myself, "Just let it all go, enjoy the final leg, find some peace." As I did so a huge truck decided it was good to pass me as another car went by on the opposite side of the road. I HATE when drivers think it's okay or safe to pass three wide. If anything goes wrong I'm either killed or sent into the ditch. And this was in a neighborhood. And I'd moved far left to take up the lane and say, "Don't pass me here."
I caught the fool at the next light and told him he nearly clipped me with his mirror and killed me. Instead of saying, "Oh wow, I'm sorry," he proceeded to cuss me out. I'm positive he'd have gotten out of his truck or tried to run me over were there not many other cagers around serving as witnesses.
I do my best to set up my days to ride off-peak, but the ride I had yesterday makes me wonder if it is even worth it to ride at rush hour. It really sucks having to share the road with maniacs. Why does working until 5 give you the right the threaten my life? Why can't Scrabble or net gaming be my hobby?
Defensively aggressive would have required a police escort and some weapons yesterday.
Nice to review this article... I think it is time appropriate Ride safe this weekend gentlemen..