Narrowly averting death
Earlier I mentioned that riding in a bike lane always makes me feel, well, less like I'm about to die. And then I read this and wonder how it is that I'm still alive.
Copenhagen Cycling: Not what it seems...
I won't paste a quote; just go read the whole thing yourself. And then decide for yourself whether I've been wrong this whole time. I really can't say; my greatest risk seems to be "heckling," which isn't any more or less of a problem if I happen to be in a bike lane. (In fact, the worst scare of my life occurred when I was doing a good 22 or so mph in the right lane of an uncrowded street with few to no parked cars at the time and no bike markings whatsoever, but that's another story.)
Speaking of bike markings, I'm not convinced (as some people are) that so-called shared lane markings are the best way to go. I've heard of bike-car collisions on streets with those markings where the officers did not ticket the motorist for failing to yield the right of way to the cyclist, on the grounds that the signs and lane markings did not spell out actual laws but were really only "recommendations" or something.
And if he who does not bike is to be believed, most drivers have no clue whatsoever what those weird stripes, diamonds, and/or arrows in the right lane mean anyway. He confessed to me on our "second" "date" that he never knew, cared, bothered to find out, or even gave much thought until I came along. I was livid: "There are signs right there that say "BIKES ONLY" and even outlines of bikes painted right on the street, and you're telling me you never once noticed them?"
"No," he replied innocently, "why would I?"
I think someday he or someone like him will literally be the death of me. So much for borrowed confidence.
This is why I think everyone needs to learn how to ride a bike safely in urban conditions. If you decide that you hate it and never again do it in your life, fine, but then at least you'll know what to expect from the cyclists you encounter. And you'll know what a damn bike lane looks like. Sheesh.
Oh, for the love of... Lame. Just lame.
Sorry for the pessimism lately, folks, but
But... at least I have new fenders?
*Old IMSA joke. A clever one, if you think about it.