Fudge Monkey said:
I use to give cyclists a hard time when driving.. then i began biking.. and now i'm ultra curtious.
Only public transit buses try to "squeeze" me off the road.
I purposely take up alot of room when i'm being tailed to avoid getting forced up on the side walk when they pass me.
I've only been honked at a couple times all summer by motorists.. and most of the time it was my fault for not paying attention.
Ottawa drivers are very good to cyclists.
You've written the third or fourth post I've seen stating the same general idea on "offensive" cycling. (Riding in a proactive manner that is.) I've been using these techniques for many years and I do believe that I've avoided many dangerous situations by doing so. Riding as if you're apologizing for slowing down the autos with whom we SHARE the road only invites the driver prone to road rage to take further advantage of the situation.
Unfortunately we cyclists MUST make ourselves SEEN. We've got to be obvious and ride with a sort of attitude that says "I've got just as much right to be here as you". We all cringe knowing the reality that if a driver wanted to he could easily run us over. We have virtually no protection against an adversary that can so easily overwhelm us.
This makes one point very obvious. All we really have for protection is our brains. Attempting to simultaneously ride, duck, cover, and somehow be apologetic for inconveniencing our fellow road users is simply a ridiculous proposition. This proposition is no more viable than the road rager's mantra, "get your ass on the sidewalk and off my road." (Yes I've actually heard this screamed out the window on more than one occasion.) This is where our minds have the job of projecting an air of propriety to every aspect of our riding whenever we find ourselves surrounded by three ton vehicles capable of crushing us. In other words, we need as a matter of course to continually make the driving public aware that we have every right to share the road. In fact, in many situations, legally, we have even more rights as cyclists. (I've never been one to lean on or hide behind the law, I simply point out the facts.)
My premise is this. If just one driver, just once, decides to give a cyclist wide berth when his inclination is to do wholly otherwise, and this decision is based at least in part due to the idea that there very well may be severe consequences to his inability to stop himself from being annoyed, then everything I've written, and every punitive action I've ever taken has been well worth it. Furthermore, in my opinion, if most or all cyclists were to somehow, someway make if painfully obvious to the driving public that losing your cool when confronting a cyclist in your car is absolutely unacceptable and possibly even dangerous, then the number and or severity of accidents between motorists and cyclists will be drastically reduced.
I know that my tone is offensive to some so let try to explain it in a sentence or two. (O.K. I can't do it in two.) My most memorable and frightening recollections have been those that involve myself and speeding automobiles with drivers who've gotten ANNOYED with me for one reason or another. Mostly everything I've written about this thread has been based on one thing. My fear of being killed or terribly maimed in a vehicle versus bicycle confrontation, and fear is arguably the most powerful of all emotions. It brings with it things literally out of our control such as rate of respiration, heartbeat, release of adrenaline and other powerful hormones, as well as sometimes even spurring on great strength.
That's it folks. I'm scarred silly of getting creamed by a car. You know, I can live with the idea of my mortality. Very well I believe. But the idea of losing my life or bodily functions just because someone allowed themselves to get first annoyed, and then to make bad decisions born of that controllable emotion really sucks. There's so many important things going on this world right now. Yet somehow we still manage to add grievously to the list because we refuse to let go of the idea that we, or our petty wants and desires are more important than those of the other umpteen billion people on this planet.
I was once challenged to a little test. It was a simple one. The idea was to start a stopwatch at the very second I put my car in drive when I left for home from work. The first week I was to obey all traffic laws, be as courteous as possible to all other drivers, remove jack rabbit starts from my driving repertoire, and to take lots of deep breaths. I did this for a five day work week and recorded the times as well as my stress level rated on a one to ten basis. The following week I was to do anything I thought I could get away with to beat by as much as possible my times from the previous week. I recorded these times and my stress levels for this second week.
I know it's obvious from a mile off but I'll write it anyhow. My times for the first week, you know, the one where I just took it easy and obeyed all the laws were virtually the same or faster than the times for my second week. I've failed to mention that during the second week I drove like a maniac. I broke every law imaginable, I literally drove over a hundred miles per hour at least once every day of this week, and of course cut people off and did my share of flipping the bird.
Of course I rated my stress at an average of 8 out of 10 for the second week but for the first it was a very comfortable 3. I've repeated this test a few times over the years just for curiosity's sake and what do you know? I got the same basic results every time.
So for the folks that somehow have convinced themselves that the inconsiderate cyclist up ahead of them that's so severely slowing them down is at fault for making them late to work I offer this challenge. Repeat the little test I've written about. If you can still say after comparing the results that cyclists have ever actually given you justifiable reasoning for getting your dander up then I will eat my hat. You know, the stinky sweaty one I put on in the morning when I'm too lazy to wash my hair. Really! I will!