Bike trails instill a false sense of security, especially among bad riders. People who are fearful of traffic on roads, even when those roads have bike lanes and other features that slow cars down, have problems and cause problems because they don't pay enough attention to traffic or traffic regulations. They then migrate to trails where they pay even less attention because they think now they're "safe". Everyone knows to wear a helmet, but you'd think traffic regulations were an optional extra the way people ride.
Which brings me to my first big crash in almost 20 years yesterday (i.e. first time since 9th grade). I was on the lakefront trail in Chicago, slowing down a little as I came up on Foster, when I spotted a slow moving cyclist towards the right. I yelled out to her "on your left", at which point, without warning, without looking and without signalling, she turned to her left right in front of me to make the Foster exit. My evasive action was too successful; I avoided even touching her but caught the front brake a little hard and threw myself over the handlebars at 15mph. At first I thought I didn't need the ER; two very friendly cops who were right there took me and my bike home, mentioning every now and then that they really thought I should go to the hospital. And when the bleeding inevitably started up again, I did. Even wearing the helmet, which was also unscathed except for the visor, my face took the impact and I needed 11 stitches in my face and my chin is the size of a golfball. They shot nine or ten X-rays and found no fractures. The ER couldn't believe I had been wearing a helmet but I suspect without it the impact would not have been to my face but towards the top of the skull which would have been more serious.
That lakefront trail is hazardous until you get south of Navy Pier, where traffic is lighter and a very high proportion of the riders are serious cyclists. I have had two or three close calls this summer and now this wreck, all due to other riders (all inattentive casual bike riders in their 20s, I'd say) not looking or signalling before stopping in the middle of the trail or turning, so I suppose it was just a matter of time. From here on out, I fancy my chances better on city streets, where we have started to achieve safety in numbers here in Chicago thanks to all the bike lanes and so on. It does seem to me from the press lately that we've had more trouble on the trail than on city streets, including fatalities on the trail.
Incidentally, the bike (Spec. Rockhopper Comp MTB, built like a brick outhouse and weighs about the same too) appears to be unscathed other than all the blood I got all over the saddle when I picked it up. The pedals (M540 SPD) did their job admirably, holding me in when necessary and releasing me when necessary, in contrast to my high school wreck where the accident was caused by my right foot slipping off the platform pedal into the front spokes.
Which brings me to my first big crash in almost 20 years yesterday (i.e. first time since 9th grade). I was on the lakefront trail in Chicago, slowing down a little as I came up on Foster, when I spotted a slow moving cyclist towards the right. I yelled out to her "on your left", at which point, without warning, without looking and without signalling, she turned to her left right in front of me to make the Foster exit. My evasive action was too successful; I avoided even touching her but caught the front brake a little hard and threw myself over the handlebars at 15mph. At first I thought I didn't need the ER; two very friendly cops who were right there took me and my bike home, mentioning every now and then that they really thought I should go to the hospital. And when the bleeding inevitably started up again, I did. Even wearing the helmet, which was also unscathed except for the visor, my face took the impact and I needed 11 stitches in my face and my chin is the size of a golfball. They shot nine or ten X-rays and found no fractures. The ER couldn't believe I had been wearing a helmet but I suspect without it the impact would not have been to my face but towards the top of the skull which would have been more serious.
That lakefront trail is hazardous until you get south of Navy Pier, where traffic is lighter and a very high proportion of the riders are serious cyclists. I have had two or three close calls this summer and now this wreck, all due to other riders (all inattentive casual bike riders in their 20s, I'd say) not looking or signalling before stopping in the middle of the trail or turning, so I suppose it was just a matter of time. From here on out, I fancy my chances better on city streets, where we have started to achieve safety in numbers here in Chicago thanks to all the bike lanes and so on. It does seem to me from the press lately that we've had more trouble on the trail than on city streets, including fatalities on the trail.
Incidentally, the bike (Spec. Rockhopper Comp MTB, built like a brick outhouse and weighs about the same too) appears to be unscathed other than all the blood I got all over the saddle when I picked it up. The pedals (M540 SPD) did their job admirably, holding me in when necessary and releasing me when necessary, in contrast to my high school wreck where the accident was caused by my right foot slipping off the platform pedal into the front spokes.