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— 4 months ago with 548 notes
SO I GOT IN A COLLISION TODAY WITH A PEDESTRIAN.
As a NYC cyclist, I often get asked how I deal with taxis & trucks and all that. “Aren’t you scared?” is the most common question.  My answer is always the same, “No, not of the cars… it’s the pedestrians that scare me the most.  I’m invisible to them, no matter my loud bells & my blinking lights & if I’ve got the right-of-way, I just don’t exist to most of them. They see a gap between cars, they take it. And once they start crossing, they never look again.”  This is usually followed by odd looks, like I was speaking a foreign language.
Well, it finally happened. What started off as a great morning turned decidedly shitacular when a pedestrian & I collided. 
Kerblamo.
Here’s how it went down. I was cruising down a one-way street full of slow moving cars. I was in the bike lane on the right side of the street, as I do every day (see diagram). The light was already green as I approached the intersection. 
So far so good, right?
Then, just as I was part way into the intersection, a man on my right started to cross the intersection. No problem, I just veer to my left some, reach over to ring my bell, and be on my merry way, right?  
Not this time. 
Suddenly from in front of a truck, some kid, about 14 years old or so, popped out exactly where I was heading. She had headphones on and didn’t even glance my way. I immediately forgot about my bell and grabbed a handful of brakes yelling, “SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIIIIT!” The whole thing was the equivalent of a kid chasing a ball out in the street! One second, no kid, next second, kid.   
The man who had started crossing on my right stopped and looked at me, the girl kept her slow pace as I started sliding toward her. Eventhough I had some control of my bike, a collision was unavoidable. She hit the flat of my arm and down I went.
By the time we collided, fortunately, with the braking, I wasn’t going that fast. She was startled and scared more than anything else. I landed on my knee and side, and quickly got up to make sure she was okay.  Some guy came out to check on her as well. 
Now, if this was the end of my story, it would be enough to rattle your day and freak you out, right? Regardless of the situation, no one wants to hit another person, let alone a kid!  A couple slight changes to the situation and someone could’ve got severely hurt or worse. Unfortunately though, there’s one more bit to the story, a bit of lemon juice on my bleeding knee.
As I was getting up, 3 boys about the girls age, if I had to guess, started yelling… at me. First, how I should be more careful. Second, how I shouldn’t be going “so fast”. Finally, how I’m on “a tall bike” and should be able to see. I answered back to each accusation reminding them that a) I had right of way, b) I wasn’t going “fast”, c) tall bike, what? she came out from in front of a fucking truck and d) I HAD THE RIGHT OF WAY!
Why should I have to defend myself for something that was simply not my fault? If I was a bad cyclists (and there are tons here) sure, yell at me, call the cops, do what you have to do, whatever, but some kid just walking into an intersection essentially blind & deaf & extraordinarily ignorant of the possible dangers, when the big red hand is blaring at them from across the way, has got to be responsible to whatever happens to them, no?
Ugh.
Well, fortunately, we are all okay. I have a bloody knee (and lost my water bottle) and (hopefully) she will be a bit more cautious crossing the street when she doesn’t have the right of way. But oof…. harrowing!
The moral of the story?  
It’s a tale as old as intersections themselves.  Want to cross when you don’t have the right of way? Fine. Want to listen to headphones so loud you can’t hear anything? Knock yourself out. But, for fuck’s sake, LOOK BOTH WAYS BEFORE CROSSING!
DERP.

SO I GOT IN A COLLISION TODAY WITH A PEDESTRIAN.

As a NYC cyclist, I often get asked how I deal with taxis & trucks and all that. “Aren’t you scared?” is the most common question.  My answer is always the same, “No, not of the cars… it’s the pedestrians that scare me the most.  I’m invisible to them, no matter my loud bells & my blinking lights & if I’ve got the right-of-way, I just don’t exist to most of them. They see a gap between cars, they take it. And once they start crossing, they never look again.”  This is usually followed by odd looks, like I was speaking a foreign language.

Well, it finally happened. What started off as a great morning turned decidedly shitacular when a pedestrian & I collided. 

Kerblamo.

Here’s how it went down. I was cruising down a one-way street full of slow moving cars. I was in the bike lane on the right side of the street, as I do every day (see diagram). The light was already green as I approached the intersection. 

So far so good, right?

Then, just as I was part way into the intersection, a man on my right started to cross the intersection. No problem, I just veer to my left some, reach over to ring my bell, and be on my merry way, right?  

Not this time. 

Suddenly from in front of a truck, some kid, about 14 years old or so, popped out exactly where I was heading. She had headphones on and didn’t even glance my way. I immediately forgot about my bell and grabbed a handful of brakes yelling, “SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIIIIT!” The whole thing was the equivalent of a kid chasing a ball out in the street! One second, no kid, next second, kid.   

The man who had started crossing on my right stopped and looked at me, the girl kept her slow pace as I started sliding toward her. Eventhough I had some control of my bike, a collision was unavoidable. She hit the flat of my arm and down I went.

By the time we collided, fortunately, with the braking, I wasn’t going that fast. She was startled and scared more than anything else. I landed on my knee and side, and quickly got up to make sure she was okay.  Some guy came out to check on her as well. 

Now, if this was the end of my story, it would be enough to rattle your day and freak you out, right? Regardless of the situation, no one wants to hit another person, let alone a kid!  A couple slight changes to the situation and someone could’ve got severely hurt or worse. Unfortunately though, there’s one more bit to the story, a bit of lemon juice on my bleeding knee.

As I was getting up, 3 boys about the girls age, if I had to guess, started yelling… at me. First, how I should be more careful. Second, how I shouldn’t be going “so fast”. Finally, how I’m on “a tall bike” and should be able to see. I answered back to each accusation reminding them that a) I had right of way, b) I wasn’t going “fast”, c) tall bike, what? she came out from in front of a fucking truck and d) I HAD THE RIGHT OF WAY!

Why should I have to defend myself for something that was simply not my fault? If I was a bad cyclists (and there are tons here) sure, yell at me, call the cops, do what you have to do, whatever, but some kid just walking into an intersection essentially blind & deaf & extraordinarily ignorant of the possible dangers, when the big red hand is blaring at them from across the way, has got to be responsible to whatever happens to them, no?

Ugh.

Well, fortunately, we are all okay. I have a bloody knee (and lost my water bottle) and (hopefully) she will be a bit more cautious crossing the street when she doesn’t have the right of way. But oof…. harrowing!

The moral of the story?  

It’s a tale as old as intersections themselves.  Want to cross when you don’t have the right of way? Fine. Want to listen to headphones so loud you can’t hear anything? Knock yourself out. But, for fuck’s sake, LOOK BOTH WAYS BEFORE CROSSING!

DERP.

(Source: birdandbearcycling)

— 5 months ago with 1 note
#bike accident  #nyc cycling  #cyclist  #cycling  #commuting  #bike wreck  #pedestrians  #pedestrian  #nyc  #new york city  #manhattan  #lower east side 
"Pass me or don’t pass me, maaaaaan!"
As I rode up S 5th St in Williamsburg (pictured above) making my way to begin the climb over the Williamsburg Bridge into Manhattan this morning, I saw a be-bearded man start making his way over the relatively steep climb. Safety jacket, roadie shoes, scruffy hair & beard, cut-offs, & a single-speed bike, he looked like a cross between a classic Fred and a hipster.
While normally I would make the effort to pass him, use a situation like this as a motivator to get over that bridge as fast as I can to get in a good workout in the morning (aka I really hate the gym and the bike rides are free) I was still pretty pooped from Sunday morning’s 40 mile “hammerfest of one”. So instead, popped it in an easy gear and started making my way up. 
He was about 1/4th up the climb and I was, to my surprise, slowly catching up with him and that’s when it got interesting. He glanced back at me, checking my progress, stood up, and started Going (capital G). 
Huh, okay.
So, for fun, I kicked it up a notched. Put a carrot in front of this mule, and well, I’ll go!
Soon the small gains he made were lost. He kept glancing back at me then trying to go harder, but having only one gear and standing up alot burns you up pretty quick and as we did the zig-zag to do the 2nd half of the climb to the apex, I was now 5-10 feet away from him. But it was in this section that earlier commuters were still slowly making their way over the bridge. 
I held back as I knew we were going to have to pass people and didn’t want to cause any problems between me and my Fredster friend. So when he passed someone, I passed right behind him. Each time before he’d pass, he’d look back at me, then go. And I’d go with him. 
Finally, we were reaching the top and there was some maintenance vehicle on the bike path of the bridge. So, just as before, I held back, waiting for him to glance and go, then we went. Figured I’d pass him once it was all clear.
We were at the top and almost in the clear from bike lane traffic when suddenly he looked back at me and yelled in, what I assume is his impersonation of the Don’t Tase Me, Bro guy, “pass me or don’t pass me, maaan!”
I smiled at him, shrug, and passed him, happy to oblige. Never looking back and never saw him again. But as I turned off the bridge and made my way north and west to work, I couldn’t help but get that sinking feeling that we both ended up in each other’s social media’s status updates today.

"Pass me or don’t pass me, maaaaaan!"

As I rode up S 5th St in Williamsburg (pictured above) making my way to begin the climb over the Williamsburg Bridge into Manhattan this morning, I saw a be-bearded man start making his way over the relatively steep climb. Safety jacket, roadie shoes, scruffy hair & beard, cut-offs, & a single-speed bike, he looked like a cross between a classic Fred and a hipster.

While normally I would make the effort to pass him, use a situation like this as a motivator to get over that bridge as fast as I can to get in a good workout in the morning (aka I really hate the gym and the bike rides are free) I was still pretty pooped from Sunday morning’s 40 mile “hammerfest of one”. So instead, popped it in an easy gear and started making my way up. 

He was about 1/4th up the climb and I was, to my surprise, slowly catching up with him and that’s when it got interesting. He glanced back at me, checking my progress, stood up, and started Going (capital G). 

Huh, okay.

So, for fun, I kicked it up a notched. Put a carrot in front of this mule, and well, I’ll go!

Soon the small gains he made were lost. He kept glancing back at me then trying to go harder, but having only one gear and standing up alot burns you up pretty quick and as we did the zig-zag to do the 2nd half of the climb to the apex, I was now 5-10 feet away from him. But it was in this section that earlier commuters were still slowly making their way over the bridge. 

I held back as I knew we were going to have to pass people and didn’t want to cause any problems between me and my Fredster friend. So when he passed someone, I passed right behind him. Each time before he’d pass, he’d look back at me, then go. And I’d go with him. 

Finally, we were reaching the top and there was some maintenance vehicle on the bike path of the bridge. So, just as before, I held back, waiting for him to glance and go, then we went. Figured I’d pass him once it was all clear.

We were at the top and almost in the clear from bike lane traffic when suddenly he looked back at me and yelled in, what I assume is his impersonation of the Don’t Tase Me, Bro guy, “pass me or don’t pass me, maaan!”

I smiled at him, shrug, and passed him, happy to oblige. Never looking back and never saw him again. But as I turned off the bridge and made my way north and west to work, I couldn’t help but get that sinking feeling that we both ended up in each other’s social media’s status updates today.

— 10 months ago
#brooklyn  #manhattan  #nyc  #new york city  #williamsburg  #williamsburg bridge  #cycling  #commuting 
raiseyourseat:


Tall bikes are OUT and this is IN! Whatever the F it is!


Well, at least he’s hydrating. But dude… go clipless!

raiseyourseat:

Tall bikes are OUT and this is IN! Whatever the F it is!

Well, at least he’s hydrating. But dude… go clipless!

— 10 months ago with 11 notes
asummersanscycling:

20 Reasons to Love Cycling!#3 Brightly-coloured Jerseys… advertising things you have never heard of
by @davewalker (via @theridejournal)

<3

asummersanscycling:

20 Reasons to Love Cycling!
#3 Brightly-coloured Jerseys… advertising things you have never heard of

by @davewalker (via @theridejournal)

<3

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— 11 months ago with 16 notes

Why oh why?

Also, I want one.

— 1 year ago with 2 notes
bicyclestore:

MONIKER: hand crafted bicycle handlebar made of genuine deer antler and recycle metal by Taylor Simpson

Can&#8217;t tell if stupid or awesome&#8230;. stupid awesome?  Sure.

bicyclestore:

MONIKER: hand crafted bicycle handlebar made of genuine deer antler and recycle metal by Taylor Simpson

Can’t tell if stupid or awesome…. stupid awesome?  Sure.

— 1 year ago with 133 notes
layer up and ride! Also. Spiked tires. Check out Peter White, they have great ones.
landofscribbles:

R. Kikuo Johnson

layer up and ride! Also. Spiked tires. Check out Peter White, they have great ones.

landofscribbles:

R. Kikuo Johnson

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— 1 year ago with 436 notes