|It seems like it was here this morning but now it's gone!|
Part-time bike lanes confuse me. For one thing, I think if cars can park in them, I don't have to ride in them. Also note the pickup in the top photo demonstrating how door zone avoidance is done.
|It's a very predictable phenomenon! At 6pm: POOF!!|
I read this article in the AZ Republic about the state bicycle safety plan, and it's a fairly interesting read with a useful quiz embedded about bicycle rules that I'm confident most road users would not pass. I applaud the plan and submitted my input which is now part of the public record and might have had some microscopic effect on the process. But I mention the article in this context because of the swarm of evil in the comments section. What a load of ignorance, rage, anger, and Internet ill will, all following a story about a plan to decrease bicycle fatalities. I'm at peace with the reality that the Internet often seems to bring out the inner beast in people. It does. People lash out in comments. I'm over it. Really. But I am concerned that beneath or behind all that falsehood and misunderstanding and ill will in the comments of that article, which is about decreasing bicyclist fatalities I remind you, is some sort of deadly malice that would still be present in the minds of those commenters when they're behind the wheel of their automobiles. No, "concerned" is not the right word: I recognize that there is a certain amount of deadly malice out there directed toward bicycle riders.
My stance toward that: demonstrating to someone with that level of bile pumping through their hearts that their emotions are misplaced, misdirected, incorrect, out of sync with traffic laws, and in many cases simply wrong, is often unlikely to change their feelings. Something has inculcated them with a hate virus. They say, "bikes don't belong on the streets!" and you show them that the law actually spells out the ways that bicycles actually do belong on the streets, yet they are not moved. I doubt that much logic or reasoning would sway the driver willing to do what the driver did in the video that veesee posted. Regarding drivers like that, I am left hoping that they are few and far between, hoping that I don't encounter too many out there. My preferred strategy when coming across them is avoidance, separation, disconnection, escape. Break off the encounter and get far far away. Their way of being is a dead end in itself.
|I believe that late at night, it will magically reappear, so I can use it again in the morning.|
Fortunately, the vast majority of motorists are not like that vocal, violent few. Most of them are just as concerned about not running into people and things as the rest of us. Almost all the motorists I ride in the vicinity of on my explorations around Phoenix, Scottsdale, and Tempe do not hang out their windows shouting obscenities at me. Or, as the editing software on the comment form on the article puts it when someone types in an obscenity, "(inappropriate term)". My brain just got an upgrade to its editing software. Next time someone leans out the window to yell an obscenity at me, which is extremely rare, once a year kind of rare but not never, my new upgraded mental editing software is going to convert it to "(inappropriate term)" Ha, "(inappropriate term)" back at you, you "(inappropriate term)". Here, have a sad little monkey award. (inappropriate term)