I sometimes forget why I ride and let the occasional, but still more frequent than I'd like, belligerent motorist encounter, cloud my judgement, distract me from the task of completing a safe ride or diminish the joy of the ride. Whether we are out for the glorious recreational ride or trying to complete a safe commute we must keep our eyes on the prize. Some of the motorized drivers we must deal with are jerks or inept or both. But are we going to let their behaviour mitigate the joy or safety of our ride? I hope not. If we wish to truly enjoy the ride, after the negative encounter we've got to let it go. Be sure our riding skill and what we have just experienced are combined to make the rest of this ride and certainly the next ride even safer and even more fun. If we can't let the upset go we must get the plate number, the make of the vehicle, time, location and specifics, write them down immediately and make a police report. Deal with it by making a difference through the courts. If it isn't important enough to go that far, it isn't important enough to let it stew and steal our joy. There are another set of road users that run the risk of hurting us as well. They are the cyclists who let their ego, or poor judgement, or overconfidence in their skill, or need for an anarchistic expression, or all of the above, lead them to ride outside of the very traffic rules that make cycling as safe as it actually is. We must be prepared to speak up and challenge them as well. Whether it's on a specially designed bikeway or making a left turn north onto Main Street from Portage Avenue it is possible to have fun. Know your rights and responsibilities and exercise them. Be visible, really visible, and be predictable. Most importantly, it turns out my grade 7 Shops teacher was right. "Use your best judgement and don't be dead right, boys," Mr. Weins would say. Truer words have rarely been spoken. Be careful out there. Keep having fun. Regards, H.
-----Original Message----- From: at-network-bounces@lists.umanitoba.ca [mailto:at-network-bounces@lists.umanitoba.ca] On Behalf Of Janice Lukes Sent: November-12-09 4:48 PM To: at-network@lists.umanitoba.ca Subject: [At-network] Wpg Free Press - Road rage, cycling explode
$20M in infrastructure hitting the streets and trails next year in Wpg -
Kudos to the FreeP for yet another timely article -
Road rage, cycling explode
By: Meghan Daum
Dr. Christopher Thompson, a driver who abruptly stopped his car in front of two cyclists in Los Angeles last summer, was found guilty of six felonies and a misdemeanor last week. The trial, which captivated the cycling community, revealed a particularly virulent form of road rage. Christian Stoehr suffered a separated shoulder and Ron Peterson shattered several teeth and broke and nearly severed his nose when the two hit the back of Thompson's Infiniti on a road in upscale Brentwood.
Thompson, a former emergency-room physician who lives along the winding five-mile road, claimed that he was merely trying to take a photograph of Stoehr and Peterson, evidence of the way cyclists flout the law in the canyon and flip off residents. A police traffic investigator who arrived on the scene shortly after the incident testified that Thompson told him he "stopped in front to teach them a lesson."
Suffice it to say that Thompson shouldn't be driving a support vehicle in the Tour de France. Two other cyclists testified that in March 2008, a motorist they believed to be Thompson made a similar maneouver, speeding ahead, then slamming on his brakes. One of these cyclists told the court that the driver tried to hit them again and then sped off, noting that the car was an Infiniti sedan and the licence plates spelled out an abbreviated form of the medical software company Thompson owns and matched those on his car.
Obscene gestures, vanity plates -- it's all part of the romance of Southern California driving. Road rage? That's just the inflamed passion part of romance. But anyone who's been paying attention to the road lately probably has noticed a marked, even dizzying, increase in the number of bikes on U.S. streets. Suddenly, they're in bike lanes and traffic lanes, zipping through stoplights, careening around mountain passes and weaving along sidewalks. Census data show that between 2000 and 2008, the number of bicycle commuters increased by 43 per cent. And membership in competitive cycling clubs is on the rise, with USA Cycling reporting the number of licenced U.S. racers up 48 per cent since 2002.
Despite the cozy, granola-esque community spirit this trend might evoke (think helmeted parents riding with their helmeted kids and women in flowing skirts peddling home from the farmers market with baskets full of French bread), the reality is more sobering. Cycling-related accident rates are decreasing, but cycling injuries are getting worse. That suggests that riders may be tangling with something more than a mere fall, like a car door or fender. Although most drivers, mercifully, don't harbor as much animosity as Thompson, I suspect there may be more of him out there than we think.
Why? For starters, many people don't know what rights cyclists do and do not have, which pretty much makes them assume they have none. I was in this category myself until I consulted the bicycle laws in the California Vehicle Code and learned that a cyclist has "all the rights and is subject to all the provisions applicable to the driver of a vehicle." In other words, you're not supposed to dart through red lights on a bike (shame on you, 80 per cent of Lycra wearers in my neighborhood).
But guess what: It's perfectly legal to occupy the entire lane, not just hang on the side, if you're going the same speed as traffic. The speed limit on Mandeville Canyon Road is 30 mph (it's 25 mph on most residential Los Angeles streets), which, according to the injured cyclists' GPS data, was about the speed they were traveling when Thompson stopped in front of them. In other words, if you're getting impatient with a "slow" cyclist in front of you, it's probably because you're speeding.
So, now that you know, are you going to stop swearing at cyclists? My guess is no. Because there's a larger bone of contention here, which is that cyclists make a lot of us feel like lazy slobs. Whereas drivers sit in an air-conditioned bubble, expending only the energy required to press the gas pedal, tap the brake and change from a '70s classic-rock radio station to an '80s classic-rock station, cyclists are out in the actual elements doing actual exercise. Whereas drivers are consuming calories by eating an entire bucket of KFC over 10 blocks, cyclists are burning calories and consuming nothing but seaweed at home. Whereas drivers' carbon footprints grow more beast-like by the hour, cyclists create no exhaust other than the sweet fatigue they feel as they drift off to saintly sleep at night.
Of course, moral superiority is insufferable, but you still shouldn't try to run it off the road. You might win on the street, but in court, it's different.
Meghan Daum is an essayist
and novelist in Los Angeles.
--The Los Angeles Times
Republished from the Winnipeg Free Press print edition November 12, 2009 A15
Janice Lukes