When to talk, and when to be quiet

IMG_1146Riding west on the Glacial Drumlin Trail, the rising sun warmed my shoulders. It was early, and there were few other riders. Subdivisions and commercial buildings faded the further I rode from Waukesha, and I began to climb the four-mile long hill to Wales.

Pollen from the newly budded trees was thick. Allergies have become a part of my life in the last five years, and I was feeling the affect of the pollen. I wiped the tip of my nose between my right thumb and index finger, and concentrated on my climbing.

The only sounds were the wind knifing through the trees, robins chirping, the trill of red winged blackbirds and the hum of my tires on the asphalt. And my sniffling. I was about to launch a snot rocket, when I caught a flash of yellow out of the corner of my eye. Another rider was passing me on my left, silent as a ghost.

Looking back to be sure no one else was passing, I cleared my sinuses, wiped my face, and cleaned my hand on my shirt tail. I tried to concentrate on my riding, but I kept thinking about how close I had come to making a real mess, and how easily it could have been avoided.

Of course, I should have made sure I was in the clear. But the passing bicyclist should have let me know that he was going by. This is simple, and prevents crashes and other entanglements. “On your left” “Passing on your left” “Good morning” and the ring of a bell all would’ve worked. There are times to speak when riding, and this was one of them.

If a car gets too close or is going to turn in front of me when I’m riding on the street, I’ll yell out “Hey!” or perhaps something stronger if the situation is exceptionally tense. Same thing when deer and other animals wonder onto the trail. When crossing a street and there’s no traffic, it’s helpful to call out, “Clear!” to riders approaching the intersection. You can warn other riders when they’re approaching road hazards like loose gravel or broken glass. Riding in a group, people talk and shout out instructions to work together and keep the group safe.

When someone is riding against traffic on a busy street, I’ll call out, “Wrong way!” to avoid a head-on collision with another bike. It’s too dangerous to keep quiet in that situation. But if someone is walking against bike traffic on a trail, I keep quiet. Same thing with a dog off a leash, a motorized bicycle, teenagers fooling around, and other people whose behavior on a trail riles me but isn’t dangerous.

If I say something because I am perturbed, I know that whatever I say will not be well received. Reprimanding someone when angry doesn’t usually go well. And no one wants to learn a lesson when they are out for a run or a ride. I remember a guy running in the left lane, and yelling, “Always pass on the left!” when I passed on the right to avoid a collision with him. I was too exasperated to speak.

So, I try to keep my mouth shut when another person is doing something that’s not a good idea, but not dangerous. I’m generally pretty quiet when I ride. A lot of people riding are out to escape the pressures of work and family, and simply aren’t in the mood to talk. I respect that. But I also don’t want to launch a snot rocket on another rider, so please say hey when passing on the trail.

Curb Cut In a Nick of Time

th-2

My lunch and a pair of sunglasses for later in the day were stashed in my panniers. The day was warm enough to ride without a jacket or sweatshirt, so I brought along neither. Skies were clear, so I left my rain gear hanging in the garage. I was traveling light on my bicycle commute this morning.

I strapped on my helmet and riding gloves, and coasted down my driveway and into the street. I hadn’t traveled more than six houses from my home when a white and tan RV as big as a school bus backed out of a driveway across the street and headed straight for me and my bike. My bright, sunny ride to work had taken an unexpected turn.

The driver’s face was reflected in the RV’s side-view mirror, and I could see that he was concentrating on backing the vehicle straight out of the driveway. And he was doing a good job of it, too. But he didn’t seem to notice me at all. He was looking only at the vehicle’s rear end, and wasn’t aware that I was approaching at 15 mph from his left.

It quickly became apparent that the RV and I were on a collision course. As I was invisible to the RV driver, it seemed that it was up to me to avoid the crash. I didn’t think that I could brake quickly enough to prevent the collision. Suddenly, I was in a real jam.

As I considered putting the bike down to avoid an RV bumper to the face, I glanced sideways and noticed a driveway on my side of the street. Just like that, I rode up the driveway and onto the sidewalk. I stayed on the sidewalk for two houses to be sure that I was out of the RV’s path, then rode down another driveway and back onto the street.

I had learned this trick driving a car the wrong way down a one-way street in Stevens Point, Wisconsin, a number of years ago. The trouble began when I signaled for a left-turn in what I mistakenly thought was a turn lane. A driver in an actual turn lane on the other side of the street honked his horn repeatedly. I didn’t realize the problem until I turned and faced three lanes of cars and trucks driving straight toward me, with no driving lane for my car.

Fortunately, the cars were a couple of blocks away. I had enough time to turn into a driveway, drive along the sidewalk to the next curb cut, and then turn my car around so that I was headed in the right direction. I waited until all the cars had passed, and then proceeded with caution the right way down the one-way street.

When I left my house for my bicycle commute the other day, I wasn’t consciously thinking of how to avoid colliding with an RV, but I was cognizant of where the driveways were located if I should need one. Situational awareness, which is being aware of one’s surroundings and identifying potentially dangerous situations, enabled me to act as quickly as I did.

When riding a bike on a street, I’m always aware of traffic and what I can possibly do to avoid a crash if it becomes necessary. I’m conscious of the distance to the curb, the presence of parked cars, side streets, driveways, and curb cuts in case I need to swerve to prevent a crash.

I’m not exactly planning escape routes, but I am aware that they exist. It is comparable to riding by parked cars. I’m always checking for drivers, and if I spot one I prepare myself for a possible car door swinging open into my path.

In this instance, I couldn’t have told you that a driveway was on my right. But as soon as I realized that I needed to avoid the RV, I knew that it was there. This level of awareness can be the difference between a near miss and a crash.

On this day, I had dodged an accident and no one else noticed. I was the only person aware that a crash had narrowly been avoided. As far as the driver was concerned, he had successfully backed the oversized vehicle out of the driveway and everything was good.

All was good for me too. The sun was shining, my load was light, and the road ahead was clear.

 

Tale of Two Bicycles

Number Nine

 

Leaning into a left turn at 19 mph, I was off to a flying start on my first ride of the season on my Trek 1.2 road bike. On the two-block long downhill immediately after the turn, I hit 25 mph. I was heading to the Glacial Drumlin Trail on my fast bike, the one that I ride strictly for fun. And I was having a good time. Sometimes, you just want to go fast. This was one of those days.

The weather in Wisconsin was finally headed toward summer, and it was time to break out my road bike. Until the salt, broken bits of concrete, and other debris are cleared from Waukesha’s winter-ravaged streets, I ride my 18-year-old Trek 7200 hybrid. It is my everyday bike.

It is the bicycle that I ride to work. Weighed down with a carrying rack and panniers to carry my lunch, rain suit, and other commuter gear, the bike is outfitted with upright handlebars and wide tires to maneuver streets littered with debris in the spring and leaves in the fall. It’s sturdy, carries a load, and is always ready to go no matter the weather. And because it is an older bike, mud isn’t a concern.

My road bike, on the other hand, is like a sports car. It’s stripped down, lightweight, and built for speed. It is flat out fun to ride. The bike serves no other purpose, but that is plenty.

Since I was 19 years old, I’ve always owned two or more bikes. Bikes fulfill different functions. Owning more than one bicycle make it easier to ride in varying circumstances. I cut my bicycle fleet from four to two in recent years because I wasn’t riding the other bikes. Two is enough at this point in my life. Of course, that is subject to change. (I’m thinking about a fat tire bike to ride in the winter.)

Like I said, bikes serve different purposes. The road bike is for going fast, so I will generally wear cycling shorts, cleats, and gloves. These protect the contact points (hands, feet and crotch) and help me to stay on the bike for extended periods of time. When it’s cold, I’ll add layers and a pair of tights. When it gets so cold that I need long pants and boots to keep warm, I put away the road bike and use my everyday bike.

The everyday bike requires no special clothing or shoes, which makes it easy to ride. If I want to go for a quick ride to the store, or just for fun, there’s no need to change clothes.

Dual-sided pedals add to the bike’s versatility. A cleat set is mounted on one side of the pedals for the days when I want to clip in and go for a long ride. The other side is a solid platform, which enables me to ride in regular shoes. I can even ride in boots when it is really cold.

I add or subtract gear from my everyday bike as needed. When I want to ride on the weekend, but conditions aren’t right for my road bike, I’ll remove the panniers and add a handlebar bag to hold my phone, wallet and keys. Lights can be added or removed in a few seconds. The bike is versatile, and helps me get out on days when I don’t want to ride my road bike.

Any day that I can get out on the bike is a good day to me. Bikes for different conditions, and pedals that can adapt to the kind of riding that I want to do on a particular day, make it easier for me to get out more often. And that is a good thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Continue reading “Tale of Two Bicycles”

Ring the Bell

IMG_1116

Riding my bicycle on the Glacial Drumlin Trail west of Waukesha, Wisconsin, I came up fast on a couple walking side-by-side. When I was 20 feet or so behind the pair, my right thumb sounded the bell on my handlebars. At about 10 feet, I did the same thing. Rrrring, rrrring, the bell trilled.

The man’s left hand rose slightly to acknowledge my presence as I whirred by the pair. I had safely passed pedestrians, not always an easy thing on a bicycling/walking path. Trail etiquette dictates that the passing cyclist provide some sort of warning that the rider is about to go by. “On your left” or “Passing on your left” are the standard greetings. A bell is also acceptable, and, to me, preferable.

This is the second season that I’ve used a bell on my everyday bike (a Trek 7200 Hybrid that I use as my commuter bike). I’ve found that a bell is friendlier and more warmly received than a verbal greeting. A bell instantly identifies you as a bicyclist. People recognize the sound. Plenty of people rode bikes, even tricycles, with bells when they were younger, so there’s a bit of nostalgia when adult walkers are greeted by the sound of a bell.

The bell tends to come across as non-threatening. Try as I might to sound friendly, calling out “On your left!” can sometimes come across as kind of harsh. I try to say it as upbeat as I can, and try to follow it up with “Thanks” or “Good Morning” but it still can seem sharp.

One of my children purchased my bell on a visit to Amsterdam at a store devoted solely to the sale of bicycle bells. I’m told there were many styles, and numerous ring tones. I like the tone of my bell, not too sharp.

Because it’s sounded by a dial, rather than a lever, I can control the sound to a certain extent. I can adjust the volume and the number of rings. If it’s getting tense, I can ratchet up the intensity of my ringing. That’s rare. People generally respond to a casual couple of rings.

Greeting pedestrians and other cyclists when passing is a courtesy, and a way to avoid crashing, so I don’t want to be confrontational. The bell accomplishes this quite effectively.

So, the next time you’re riding and hear a bell sound, know that another cyclist is in the vicinity and wants to make you aware of his presence. A friendly wave and “Thanks” is always appreciated. And, if you are so inclined, you may want to fasten a bell to your rig. It might just add a bit of fun to your ride. A trip to Amsterdam to visit a bell shop is optional, but may be a good idea, too.

 

Sun shines, inspiration strikes

morning light

The sun peeked through plum-colored clouds, creating a rose-hued bit of sky, as I waited on my bicycle for the light to change at the intersection of Arcadian Avenue and Highway 164 in Waukesha, Wisconsin. An island of concrete formed a refuge from the parade of cars and trucks that passed before me, the queue that formed to my left, and a stream of vehicles turning onto the highway on my right.

As I pondered the morning light during the break from my commute, a story lede popped into my head. I had been struggling with the approach to a story for a magazine that I edit, and suddenly the answer surfaced from my subconscious. My brain locked onto this fleeting thought; I was determined to remember it and write it down as soon as I made it to the office

Perhaps the most interesting aspect of this event: This was my second moment of inspiration at this intersection in the past three weeks, both while bicycling to work. While the location was unusual, I do some of my best thinking while riding.

There is something about bicycling that clarifies thought. There is a theory that the act of balancing a bike requires the right and left sides of the brain to work together, creating a sort of harmony. It may also be the Zen aspect of cycling. When you are riding, you’re completely in the moment. Concentrating on the minutia of adjustments cycling requires occupies your conscious, freeing subconscious thought.

The ideas and random thoughts that spark the imagination, and are so important to writing, are not the products of conscious thought. They come from the ether, and a receiver who is astute enough to listen.

Then the work begins, the writing and rewriting until the words sing. But, if you are lucky, there is a bit of magic to get you started.

This comes when you are looking out the window, drinking coffee, listening to music, walking, anything but trying to write. And, yes, bicycling is included in this group. At least it is for me. Every topic that I’ve written about in this blog occurred to me while I was riding my bike.

So, I will ponder the sky, and, if I am lucky, a voice will very clearly provide me with the idea for the next post.

 

Bicycle Versus Truck

IMG_1035 (1)

The driver of the pickup truck was waiting for me at the stop sign, and he was angry. He’d already let me know that by leaning on the truck’s horn for a solid three seconds as he passed me on my bike, and that was before I gave him the finger.

Four blocks into my ride to work, I made my first mistake. A block-long stretch of Greenfield Avenue that is part of my commute is so rutted with potholes and failing asphalt patches that I usually ride on the sidewalk. I started doing this after I bottomed out on a four-inch deep crevice and blew out a front tire. But on this day, I chose to ride on the street.

Riding on the sidewalk violates one of the basic tenets of bicycling. The sidewalk is the domain of pedestrians, and riding there creates potential conflict with walkers. It is to be avoided, unless absolutely necessary.

That said, this stretch of street is so rough, that the sidewalk is the best choice. A zigzag route to dodge the ruts in the street is necessary, and that also violates bicycling safety rules. I am in a no-win situation on this stretch of my commute.

Riding to work, I approach the block at its highest point. This provides a clear view of the sidewalk, except for a one-house length where it curves out of sight at the hill’s bottom. I usually scan the block from the summit. If nobody’s walking, I’ll ride on the sidewalk, hands on brakes and eyes peeled for any cars backing out of driveways.

But on this day, I stayed on the street. As I concentrated on avoiding the roughest parts of the pavement, I became aware that a pickup truck was on my tail. I tried to pick a safe route to the side of the road, but wasn’t quick enough for the truck’s driver. He laid on the horn, and continued to blast his warning as he passed. I returned fire with a one-finger salute.

Immediately, I realized that I was in the wrong. The finger is disrespectful, and every person deserves to be treated with respect. And it is never smart for a bicyclist to antagonize the driver of a motor vehicle. The cyclist always loses. You must be bold around cars, every time that you make a left turn you need to take the lane, but you must also be respectful.

Not only was I acting disrespectfully, I had been riding erratically. Drivers hate it when they don’t know what a bicyclist will do next. Pick a line, and stick to it.

Just as I approached the stop sign a block past the crumbling stretch of pavement, I saw that the pickup truck driver was waiting for me. I slowed almost to a stop to think about my next move. I’d been in this spot before, and knew that I was about to receive a lecture, be sworn at, or both. I was in the mood for none of it.

I got up on the pegs and slowly rolled toward the truck, waiting for my opportunity. When I was about 10 feet behind him, I saw the driver open the door and place one foot on the ground. That’s when I made my break. In that position, I knew that he couldn’t drive or confront me on foot. I shot past, veering into the other lane, just out of his reach if he tried to grab me. I blew the stop sign, and sprinted down the street.

It was three blocks to the bike path, and safety. He couldn’t follow me there. At the first side street, I took a quick right, hoping to lose him. I didn’t look back, just rode as hard as I could. I figured that I’d hear him, if he was chasing me.

I made it to the bike path, and let out a sigh of relief. But I was not happy with myself. Reacting with anger to another person’s anger, only escalates the tension. It is not a solution. My erratic riding had gotten me into trouble. Since the incident, I have tried to ride more steadily and comply with traffic rules to avoid further confrontations.

The next day’s commute was a nervous one, looking over my shoulder for the pickup. I haven’t seen him since, but I think about him when I travel that block. And until the road is repaired, I’ll stick to the sidewalk on that stretch of Greenfield Avenue.

 

Add it Up

 

For the past eight years, I have been tracking my bicycling. I faithfully record the date, distance, and location of each ride. My friend John suggested this as a way to motivate myself. Good thinking, John!

Writing this blog, I figured out that I have ridden a total of 15,899 miles the past eight years. That is an annual average of 1,987 miles. My first year was my lowest total. The highest was two years ago, and was 1,100 miles greater than my first year. Tracking, and the effect that it has on my behavior, is a big part of this success.

I keep tab on a legal pad. Apps and a spreadsheet are other options.

Keeping the log motivates me to beat my previous records. Each year, my goal is to ride more than the previous year. I’ve accomplished this four times. My other annual goal is to ride 2,000 miles, a number that I have reached three times in the years that I’ve been tracking.

Setting these goals, and logging my rides, gets me out on the bike more than I would if I didn’t do these things. Riding to work helps make these goals achievable. I am fortunate enough to live near two bike trails, and I will often hit one of the trails and ride an hour or so after work. It is a great way to put in a quick 12 to 15 miles.

At the beginning of September, I will work out the monthly totals that I need to hit 2,000 miles and get busy. When Daylight Saving Time ends in November, I will get up early and ride before work so I can reach my goals. I wouldn’t be doing this without tracking.

I also measure my current monthly total against the previous month. If I have ridden less than the previous month, I want to catch up. If I’m ahead, I really want to push it to crush my previous monthly total. These numbers are completely arbitrary and meaningless to anyone other than myself, but they keep me striving to win the mind game that I play against myself.

While I always want to beat my previous marks, I don’t get down on myself when I don’t. These are goals, not requirements. There are many variables that I can’t control — weather, travel for work, family obligations — that I don’t feel bad when I fall short. I start fresh the next month or the next year, and get back to the business of beating my old records.

Watch Your Speed

I also use my bike’s odometer to keep an eye on my speed. No matter how steep the incline, or how tired I may be, I always try to ride at least at 12 miles per hour (mph). No matter what, I know that I can ride at least that fast. When my speed dips below 12 mph, I make an effort to increase my cadence.

At the other end of the spectrum, when I hit 18 mph or higher, I make an effort to stay at that speed as long as I can. The idea is the same as pedaling on a descent ¾ make the momentum work for you.

Watching the odometer has increased my average speed and leveled my riding’s ups and downs. This requires some added effort, but it is mostly about being aware of what I am doing and concentrating This is simple stuff, but that’s the point; a great deal of change isn’t required improve your riding. And it adds to your enjoyment. It is much more fun to ride fast than slow. And fun is what it’s all about.IMG_1057