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Scott Lindstrom
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The subject could also be Idiot Pedestrian Tricks.
The last intersection I get to before work is a tricky one. The eastbound road leading into it is
closed to regular vehicles, but bikes, mopeds, and Service vehicles use it. In other words, people
don't expect you to emerge from
it. I'm pretty cautious when I come out of it. (For you Madisonians, this is the Camp Randall arch
leading to West Dayton). It's even worse now, because the road a block north of work, which is
THE east-west artery into the Isthmus, is closed a detoured south a block through this
intersection -- they approach from the north and all turn east. It's very traffic-heavy.
Today as I approached the intersection, I noticed a car waiting at the red light, so I sped up
(passed a moped!) 'cause the sensor works pretty quickly when someone is waiting under the arch to
get onto Dayton St. As I got to the intersection, I saw the last of 2 cars right-turn-on-red onto
the street onto which I was heading. I was happy to see that, as cars invariably do not see you as
you come into this intersection.
There were 3 pedestrians waiting to cross. I was halfway into the intersection, still with the
green, when they started to cross. Well, after a little skid (I probably had a second to react), I
plowed into one, knocked her down and went head over heels and landed on my back (Yes, I know I
don't know how to fall although in my defense I was trying to not seriously injure her) and my head
plunked down on the pavement. She was profuse with apologies as I disentangled myself, and other
than a headache, a quarter-sized road rash on my ebow, and what will be a sore back tomorrow, I'm
okay. My bike looks no worse than it ever does. She wanted to cross the street before all the detour
traffic took over the intersection.
Clueless pedestrians. The bane of your existence.
I'm annoyed equally by clueless bicyclist, btw. This morning on my walk there were 5 in a row on the
sidewalk. Hello, do you see the street you're riding next to?
I guess I should get a new helmet now that the old one's cracked.
Scott
The last intersection I get to before work is a tricky one. The eastbound road leading into it is
closed to regular vehicles, but bikes, mopeds, and Service vehicles use it. In other words, people
don't expect you to emerge from
it. I'm pretty cautious when I come out of it. (For you Madisonians, this is the Camp Randall arch
leading to West Dayton). It's even worse now, because the road a block north of work, which is
THE east-west artery into the Isthmus, is closed a detoured south a block through this
intersection -- they approach from the north and all turn east. It's very traffic-heavy.
Today as I approached the intersection, I noticed a car waiting at the red light, so I sped up
(passed a moped!) 'cause the sensor works pretty quickly when someone is waiting under the arch to
get onto Dayton St. As I got to the intersection, I saw the last of 2 cars right-turn-on-red onto
the street onto which I was heading. I was happy to see that, as cars invariably do not see you as
you come into this intersection.
There were 3 pedestrians waiting to cross. I was halfway into the intersection, still with the
green, when they started to cross. Well, after a little skid (I probably had a second to react), I
plowed into one, knocked her down and went head over heels and landed on my back (Yes, I know I
don't know how to fall although in my defense I was trying to not seriously injure her) and my head
plunked down on the pavement. She was profuse with apologies as I disentangled myself, and other
than a headache, a quarter-sized road rash on my ebow, and what will be a sore back tomorrow, I'm
okay. My bike looks no worse than it ever does. She wanted to cross the street before all the detour
traffic took over the intersection.
Clueless pedestrians. The bane of your existence.
I'm annoyed equally by clueless bicyclist, btw. This morning on my walk there were 5 in a row on the
sidewalk. Hello, do you see the street you're riding next to?
I guess I should get a new helmet now that the old one's cracked.
Scott