Hey, Rick... I used to ride in Miami in the 70's too. Was at the U of Miami at the time. Used to spend time at a little hole in the wall bike shop called Merle's, run by a jovial Frenchman by the name of Lou. King Eddy was in his prime back then, and I got the latest news from Lou. There was also a large bike shop over in Coral Gables, but they could be kinda snooty. I remember riding past the Krishna enclave to get from the dorms to the best part of the Gables, a regular route for me.
The locals seemed to have a competition back then - the person who hit the most bikes got a new fender for their car. They could be nasty.
We used to have fun sprinting past the retirees, though one had to be careful - they tended to wobble around a lot.
Interesting figure - back then, after 10pm, 60% of the drivers on the road in Miami were considered drunk. Got that from a friend who was nailed for DUI, and that wasn't easy to do in those days.
Overall, I loved riding in Miami, once you got away from traffic. You could get anywhere fairly quickly, and the weather was good for riding. A bit hot at times, and the odd downburst could catch you, but it never rained for long. My gearing for Miami riding was a 13-17 on the rear, and 52-60 on the front. A lot of guys rode track bikes with a single brake on the front.
I finally solved the traffic problem by moving back home to central KY. Plenty of well maintained backroads with little traffic, around the horse farms. And it has the one thing that Miami doesn't have - serious hills. I just don't ride where there are a lot of cars any more. My desire to assert my rights is exceeded by my desire to remain intact.
--John
Rick_G said:Mean spirited car drivers are more of a threat than all cyclists combined!
Back in the 70's when I was a young fella riding on the mean streets of Miami (drivers there can be real nasty). I used to have a couple of tricks that were fun to employ...
1. I had a gray colored frame pump. (Remember frame pumps?) When a driver would lay on his horn, cut me off, or shout at me, I'd pull off my frame pump and wield it over my head. They got the impression I was gonna crash what looked like a lead pipe across their windshield. They would immediately swerve away from me. [img]cyclingforums.comeek.gifOpen ↗[/img]
2. This was the mid 70's and a lot of cars still did not have AC. In heavy traffic in South Miami drivers could become real hot headed jerks. So I'd occasionally help them to recover by cooling them off with a squirt in the face from my water bottle, sprayed through their open passenger side window. [img]cyclingforums.comwink.gifOpen ↗[/img]
It's a wonder that I'm still alive! Yes - I was young and stupid back then. Of course, I'm old and stupid now.
Yet I still chuckle when I think back to my teen years and how I handled moron drivers. [img]cyclingforums.combiggrin.gifOpen ↗[/img]