Among the highlights: a weird vignette of a driver instructing his
child to flip off a cyclist; a caption of a cyclist on a sidewalk full
of peds in Manhattan that reads "A confused biker in Manhattan."
Confused is probably apt.
After relentlessly exploring this issue as a cyclist-driver conflict,
the piece starts to wind up with a faint glimmer of optimism in
connection with a group called the Noon Riders, who do what seems like
a RAT on steroids at noontime through downtown Woodside, California,
much to the annoyance of 'anyone in town':
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"Mention the noon riders to anyone in town and you'll see the blood
pressure go up," said Susan George, Woodside's town manager. One day,
she said, she rounded a bend and came upon them: "I slammed on the
brakes and they swarmed around me, screaming and yelling obscenities.
My heart was pounding. It was very scary."
In September, Woodside will test a campaign known as Honor the Stop.
It's the brainchild of Marc Evans, a San Francisco endurance coach
whose client was one of two cyclists killed this spring by a driver.
Honor the Stop features a pledge card and a two-tone wristband: black,
for those killed or injured on the road, and red, to represent the
wearer's commitment to obey stop signs.
Woodside will distribute 5,000 bands. "It's not a campaign just for
cyclists," Mr. Evans said. "It's for all road users."
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Nope, no optimism to report there, apparently:
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Does Ms. George, the town manager, have a fantasy that the noon riders
will wear the bands and politely stop at intersections?
"I have fantasy visions of the noon riders," replied Ms. George, "but
it's not necessarily about wearing these bracelets."
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* Every town in Germany, it seemed, had pedestrian only zones, where the
businesses thrived: shops of all sorts, cafes and restaurants, and
more. Imagine an outdoor mall - but this was in the city centers.
* In Germany, people of all ages ride bikes. It is nothing to see men
and women in their 40's, 50's, 60's and older riding as a matter of
course, whether recreationally, commuting, or shopping. On a 50 km
ride with friends (we're in our 50's) we road on roads only briefly, a
little more on bike paths marked on the roads, on sidewalk bike lanes,
on bike paths mostly paved and wide the most, and even through
cornfields once - a recognized short cut.
* In Munich, on many roads, there are colored sidewalk bike paths. The
guidebook warned, "Bicyclists will ring their bells before knocking you
unconscious." This seems to be true - as they were going fast! As
pedestrians we learned to be alert. But I also had the chance to rent a
bike and had no trouble navigating in heavy traffic: on the paths, or on
the road when necessary.
* Amsterdam: oh my! There were masses of bicycles everywhere - with
separate crowded bike paths as common as roads, tram tracks, and
sideswalks. Crossing the street took a great deal of alertness and
finesse. As busy intersections there were separate signal lights for
cars, bicyclists and pedestrians, not always on the same cycle. It was
one place you didn't dare walk against a red light, as you didn't know
what might be coming from any direction. Bicyclists mostly stopped for
their signal, but you couldn't absolutely count on it. I did not rent
a bike there - in part because traffic was so incessant in so many modes
and directions, that unless you knew clearly where you were headed, you
would be at least an obstruction, if not an accident victim.
It was certainly refreshing to spend 3 weeks in places where bicycling
was common, expected, and respected - where pedestrians, bicyclists,
trams, buses and trains were part of the transportation mix, along with
cars.
-Jeff Gaynor
BTW, I called the cops for the first time on a motorist. Some jerks
in a green dodge that felt it necessary to make three passes.
The third time they turned around I took pictures and waved.
Unforetuneatly the license plate was not readable, but I did give the
police a very good description of them and their truck which had some
very particular features. I'm absolutely sure they were local people
from the immediate area too. Since it's on my commuter route the
chances I'll spot them again are very high.
The fact that they were swinging around some sort of cable or chain
the last time they drove by makes it a grade a felony.
Got to get quicker with the camera... Also, I think it's time to get
one of those plastic bottle pump air horns that do 115 decibles. I
was wondering wether I'd just use it in a retributive manner... I have
to admit... yeah, I would... and who cares. At this point I want to
evoke said a-holes to slow down, even stop and get out of their car.
It'll give me more of a chance to take pictures, call 911 and then
kick their *ss. In self defense of course. :)
Peace,
-Mike
mmeiser.com/blog
I do.
Be quick with your cell phone first--to call 911. Just the sight of
you using it will most likely get them moving along. They can always
take your camera after they run you over.
> At this point I want to
> evoke said a-holes to slow down, even stop and get out of their car.
> It'll give me more of a chance to take pictures, call 911 and then
> kick their *ss. In self defense of course. :)
They have their reasons for posturing, which none of us will ever
know (or can even imagine, probably.) If that's all it is, that's all
it is.
>
> Peace,
Yes, good idea. Air horns and such won't achieve it though.
Steve