dear motorist transcript

This is a video appealing to everyone, drivers and cyclists, to be more mindful in traffic.  I made a transcript so that I could break it down, and discuss some of the points in separate blogs in the future, and to make the content more accessible.
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Over the last 10 years, 6,957 cyclists have been killed. Our goal is to save at least one. Cyclists have written the following letters.
Dear motorist,
Dear motorist,
Dear motorist,
I am a mother.
I am a daughter.
I am a cyclist.
Over the years cycling has kept me healthy. It has given me a way to escape from the pressures and stresses that life can bring.
I’m out there riding my bike to stay healthy, to enjoy the beautiful place where I live, and simply because I love it.  I love the wind on my face, the sun on my back, the scenery flashing by and the feeling of satisfaction I get from living an active lifestyle.
Dear motorist, I’m not a cyclist, but I’m a husband. I have a wife; she loves to ride. Someone almost hit her the other day. My heart stopped when I heard the news.
I know that cyclists can be annoying, when they ride in your lane, force you to slow down and wait before turning. Until I bought a bike I too was easily irritated by cyclists impeding my commute.
[interview:] The thing that a lot of motorists don’t realize is that cyclists are gonna put themselves into whatever position they feel safest.
When you are driving your car and road conditions become dangerous you move around them to keep yourself safe. It is the same with cyclists.
I’ve taken a right-hand turn in my car and nearly missed a cyclist I failed to see around the corner. I’ve been cycling on the shoulder of the road and almost hit by a distracted driver. I live on both sides of this discussion.
I recently had a good friend of mine killed while riding his bike. It was tragic and unnecessary. He was too young to die.
My friend lost his life doing what he loved. Doing what I love.
He had a wife and four kids. I wanna be there for my family. He no longer can be.
It is easy to feel invincible, like you are the exception to the rule, like it would never happen to you or to somebody you know. In an instant his wife’s and 4 young children’s lives were changed forever, and not just theirs, but the life of that motorist will never be the same, either.
[interview:] I think that’s everybody’s worst fear, um, is actually having taken someone’s life, or even injuring somebody. Um, I can’t imagine the guilt I would feel, um… not only for the person that I injured, but for everybody else in that person’s life.
My friend does not have to live with that memory every day, but the driver who hit him will live with that guilt every single day, for the rest of his life.
[interview:] I’ve had a really hard time getting back on my bike since the accident, because I’m afraid that every car I hear coming from behind is gonna hit me, and I just don’t wanna ride that way.
I’m at the mercy of the motorists I’m sharing the road with. You are bigger than me. You are travelling faster than me. If we collide my chance of injury is a hundred times greater than yours.
Every single person’s life is worth a few seconds of your time.
[interview:] I understand where cyclists would be angry with the situation. I understand where motorists get frustrated with slower moving objects on the road.
I’ve seen my fellow cyclists do some really not so smart things on the road, and it hurts me to think this is where our image comes from.
[interview:] I think it can be avoided by both parties. Cyclists need to be conscientious of drivers, and obeying the laws, and not just assume that drivers are gonna look out for them.
As a cyclist I pledge that I will be as visible as possible, to stay as much out of your way as possible.
I’ve made a new commitment to myself: I will stop the distractions when I’m behind the wheel.
Please slow down and drive cautiously. There isn’t anything that’s going to happen while you’re driving that’s more important than the actual act of driving.
I don’t want to leave my kids without a mother, because I didn’t respect you as a motorist, and you didn’t respect me as a cyclist. More importantly I want you to respect my kids, even if they are still learning to respect you. So my plea is for us all to be safe, to be aware, be courteous, and to share the road.
Sincerely, your friend
Sincerely, your brother
Sincerely, a mother
Sincerely, a cyclist’s husband
Sincerely, a cyclist
Pledge to be more aware at:
Dear Motorist  (.com)

there's more room on the sidewalk

If you’ve already shouted “What pros?”  then you might want to go read something else. But I’d like you to be able to stay, read on and give me your opinion. When you’re finished reading.
It’s probably not a good idea to ride on the sidewalk, and in the end not even worth the hassle, and incidentally in Toronto, also illegal, but you might  find that there are some good reasons to do it. Hear me out.

well, let’s talk about this

Let’s first take a look at the reasons not to. The sidewalk is a minefield of opportunities for collison.  If you’re moving at a fairly regular bicycle speed, you’re doing it wrong. If you’re passing pedestrians, get off the sidewalk now. There’s no safe way to pass an unsuspecting pedestrian. I woudn’t bother ringing my bell, you’ll just be seen as the rude trespasser asking the proprietor to kindly lurch out of your way. For more detail on the dangers of collision on the sidewalk, you can take a look at my article about the peculiar behaviours of pedestrians.  And kids! A little kid can break free from his parent’s hand and be under your wheel in a second, when you thought you had ample room to do your thing.
Pedestrians can suddenly appear from out of doorways, and from behind corners. Plus, to a pedestrian you’re taller, and harder, and faster than he is, and threatening, and just not supposed to be there at all. People will get pretty protective of their turf. Some pedestrians will glare at you even if you’re meters away just because they feel that you are getting away with something.  and some just because you HAVE a bike on the sidewalk, even if you’re not sitting on it.
The dangers to you:  Curbs and driveways! You can get seriously killed coming off a curb at a speed a driver doesn’t expect from something on a sidewalk!
Oh,… fines! I haven’t met anyone who has been fined, but they are steep, last I researched.
So then, why would you want to ride on the sidewalk?
Some people are too scared to ride on city streets. With very good reason! The bike path infrastructure in Toronto is very limited!
My aunt for example has terrible pain in her feet, but gets around wonderfully on a tricycle. She’s very nervous in traffic, as one would be, when one goes slowly and is wide. Midtown streets are narrow. Drivers can be aggressive. So she rides on the sidewalk. We never discussed it, but I’m sure she has good judgement and rules she lives by. She wants to be safe, and respectful, and she is no doubt patient and ready to stop and give the right of way. She is after all aware of being in someone else’s territory.
Single lane traffic. It’s a construction zone and the lane is so narrow, nobody can safely pass me. If there are a dozen cars lined up behind me all bubbling with rage and resentment, and the sidewalk is empty and about the same width as the lane, I will opt for the sidewalk. It’s just the better choice!
During a heatwave, when there is shade on the other side of the street, and i’m about to wilt or be turned into a crispy cracker, I will find room on that sidewalk on the other side. If I see an available bike rack down the street on the opposite side, but my chance to cross is now I will end up on the sidewalk for a small stretch.

Ok, so maybe you’re thinking they are pretty good reasons to be on the sidewalk, but why not get off and push? Well, beside the fact that it would defeat the whole purpose for my aunt, I don’t think I should have to. Many townships don’t make riding on the sidewalk illegal. Riding on the sidewalk should work perfectly well. Bike paths through a park can be no wider than a sidewalk and there are easy rules that make sharing possible.

• Don’t go slower than you can manage balancing.
• Don’t get close to anyone without warming. Speak, don’t ring. Stop when uncertain.
• Be aware of everything that could happen around you, 360 degrees, and be ready to jump off.
• Be patient. If you must pass someone, ask politely to squeeze by.
• Say please and thank you, and smile.

If you conduct yourself respectfully with a well-thought-out code you can be safer than a personal mobility device, or a stroller, a child on a scooter or roller-blades, or a person pulling a suitcase. I see nothing wrong with scooting along, one foot on a pedal, bike under me, the other foot pushing off on the other side, ready to stop on a dime. Have you ever noticed that you actually take up less space that way, than if you pushed your bicycle beside you? You can lose your balance trying not to hit your ankle! The only time I will ever collide with a pedestrian on a sidewalk is when a multi-tasking pedestrian trips and falls right into me, but as a wise friend has pointed out, it would still be deemed my fault.

So, are we cyclists really arrogant rule breakers? Apart from riding on sidewalks we do a whole lot of other illegal and insolent things, make rolling stops, run red lights, cross intersections diagonally, sometimes cutting things really close, inconveniencing others or putting them in danger, squeeze past a row of cars on the right (cause it’s just so difficult for us to have to wait in traffic), go down the wrong way on a one-way street (cause we’re special, and we shouldn’t have to do detours). And some of us expect the rest of the population to make way, and even to be the ones to pay attention and protect our safety from our own foolish carelessness. How often have you seen a cyclist do something so dangerous, like swerve around a pothole or pass another cyclist in dense traffic without looking over his shoulder? And how often have you seen a cyclist go through a red light, almost hit a pedestrian whose turn it was to cross the street, and then yell at them? Who wouldn’t be paranoid and full of indignation!
My friend says: “I’m a conscientious rule breaker.” Sure, me too. I get the Using Your Judgement, and the Rules Are For The Thoughtless.  But what we conscientious rule breakers need to keep in mind is, well, first off, that we’re breaking the rules, and it doesn’t matter now much we think these conscientious things we do make sense, or how much sense they really do make, or how careful or how respectful we are. There are two things to consider when breaking the rules, there are the things we do, and there is the impact we have on the people who see us do them.
Some say we should follow the laws, and everything will be fine. I’m not sure that would solve the confrontational aspect of the situation. Besides, it doesn’t sit right with me. Am I to stop at every stop sign even when nobody’s around? Well, yes, but will I? I don’t think so especially since there are communities that have such exceptions actually written into the by-laws.
But somehow we do have to reverse the damage we’ve done by taking liberties. I don’t blame anyone who feels intimidated and retaliates. We’ve stopped communicating. We’re all impatient with one another. We don’t think about others as much as we should. We’re always in a hurry. We’ve become resentful and we’re up in arms about the smallest things. We have to give, not take. We have to show appreciation and understanding. We have to use forethought. We have to educate ourselves, and we have to show respect, and kindness, above all.
If I’m anywhere near a person on the sidewalk you can’t tell me apart from a pedestrian, a weird polite pedestrian, because I talk a lot more and I yield to everyone. Also I’m strangely bicycle shaped, and well, my feet may be off the ground at times.  So, that’s one problem solved, you’d think. The other problem is the much bigger one. To a previously terrorized pedestrian, it doesn’t matter how loving a pit bull I am, I’m still a pit bull in a yard full of bunnies!

shit pedestrians do

Traffic on sidewalks kind of ambles, pedestrians never look over their shoulder,  there are no lanes on sidewalks, people just stop or veer without warning and for no apparent reason – that shit would never fly on the street. Remember that I’m generalizing, so please don’t take offense, but these are observations I make on a regular basis.
Pedestrians text and walk all the time, they get so engrossed, they slow right down, and just waft over into your path. If you have one oncoming or you’re trying to pass someone focused on their Smartphone, you sometimes have to calculate the slight arc they are walking, and judge whether you’ll still have an opening once you get close enough, or whether you should decide to pass him on the other side, or perhaps just stop and see what happens.
Notice that a pedestrian never just suddenly turns around, no.  A pedestrian will turn around by stepping sideways quite possibly blindly into someone else’s path. When a pedestrian hears something behind them they might do their side-stepping maneuver, either to see what’s behind them (which is fair), or in a misguided attempt to make way, when it would make so much more sense to just hold his course and allow faster entities to pass.
Pedestrians like to cut corners, when crossing the street, exactly into the path of say a cyclist pulling up to the line at a red light.
A pedestrian might know he can’t cross the street in the 3 seconds left in the countdown of his traffic light, but he will start anyways, knowing that everyone will allow them to safely reach the opposite side, even though they are chomping at the bit.
Pedestrians are so certain of their right of way at intersections like 4-way stops, that they will simply start crossing the street, sometimes without even looking. Jaywalking, if a pedestrian doesn’t hear anything coming on the street they might step off the curb onto the street without looking, forgetting that cyclists are silent. Or he might rush right up to the edge of the sidewalk making it seem as though he’s just going to cross, then suddenly stop, just as you’re about to consider the consequences of a hit’n’run.

The sidewalk has absolutely no rules, people just meander, exit doorways running, appear out of nowhere from behind corners or kiosks, they cut each other off, willy-nilly – there is no discipline or sense of personal space, it’s dog eat dog on the sidewalk!  That’s why riding a bike on the sidewalk, is such a bad idea!
Pedestrians have no problem getting into a cyclist’s space when they want to, but roll onto their turf, and you might get a scowl you won’t soon forget, sometimes even if you are pushing your bicycle beside you, which incidentally makes you twice as wide. A pedestrian might even subtly get a little closer to you, just to illustrate how much you’ve inconvenienced him. Don’t scoff, I’ve seen it! Or he will lurch out of your way in terror to make his point, even though you are still more than 10 feet away from him.
To some degree I understand this hostility. Most of us cyclists are terribly arrogant as well. And some of us do take unnecessary chances with others’ safety.
Then why would I go through the hassle of riding on the sidewalk?  That’s the topic of a whole other blog coming up.

bike porn

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This is the Bobbin Birdie in sky blue. I hate this colour. Or I thought I hated this colour. Two days ago I definitely hated this colour. This bicycle is on sale at Curbside on Bloor for 4 hundred dollars, regular 650. Also comes in flamingo pink, and pale yellow. I happen to have seen this "pale yellow" model when I was in the store. It must be hard for a yellow bicycle to look pale.

Just the 21 inch frame left now at CS, in sky blue. It has a three speed hub, and you can clearly see that it has a chain guard and fenders, and the more I see this bike the more I want it. The internal gears are low maintenance and actually designed to withstand weather and to stay outside in the winter, says the Curbside website.

I was going to tell you the whole grueling story of my search for a new bike after my old Miele got stolen, and how I came upon my 1973 Raleigh cruiser with scratched off serial number. I like to think the number was scratched off decades ago, and I no longer own someone else's missing bike.

But those are subjects for another story. Today I’m going to show you this bike. I’m just going to show it to you. Here it is. I was going to post the picture from the website, but I found this little beauty on Pinterest instead. Doesn't the hideous blue look stunning against that earthy background?

For now I'm going to stick with my beaten up Raleigh. Before I get something nice I want to regain a little faith in the universe. Not that that's going to reduce the chances of theft, but it will reduce the incidences of fretting. I'm getting a lot of flack from my friends and family about how and where I park my bike. At CS they talked me into spending 130 dollars on a lock. "Nobody I know who bought this lock has ever had their bike stolen," said two different salesmen at Curbside. At least they're on the same page with each other. I've done research. No lock is immune to an angle grinder! Youtube says, it takes about 10 seconds to cut an Abus lock held down in a table vice clamp. I wonder if the gentlemen at CS are aware that you can now purchase a fairly powerful, battery-operated angle grinder -- for less than the price of that lock! Let's hope they are right about most thieves being drug addicts, whose priorities don't include thinking so far ahead as investing in a vice clamp and an always fully charged, inconspicuously portable angle grinder, just in case of those really desperate moments of need.



Now! There's a woman who lives on the island who rides around the city on a gorgeous black Batavus that looks just like an English comfort bike in the style of the classic Hero. With its galvanized steel frame and internal 5-speed hub it must weigh about as much as my apartment....

love from afar

Opus Zermatt

The other day I saw her. On her bike, a beautiful Opus Zermatt, one of many bikes I’ve been admiring for weeks. This Opus has elegant shapes and lines, brown handles and seat, with everything you'd want in a city bike, except a chain guard, and it is the colour of a spring meadow in the morning mist.

There she swept by on her two wheels, prettier than I could have imagined her. A medieval princess, in earth tones, skirt, boots, blouse, her black hair waving in the breeze, the fronts of  it pinned into a narrow curly tail over the luscious shiny back of it.

I like my 1973 Raleigh Cruiser, in a dusty, not really, blue, but a colour that blends into everything, like jeans, ...or the sea. But the bike was bought in a hurry, and it's not ideal. While it's well-built and really solid - nothing on it wiggles - it is a little whispy, the frame itself. When I'm laden down with heavy groceries, it seems to actually quiver and bend. The tires are quite narrow. I don't know how it will fare in the snow, and it's hard to find knobbies in that size. Though I'm getting conflicting advice on what's best to ride in snow, "You can grip a lot more pavement in slush with these hybrid slicks!", I have three winters under my belt, and I wish I could go with what's tried and true. Finally, after much searching and all this adapting - I'm on my fourth handlebar - I still find I'm leaning too far forward, putting a touch too much weight on my wrists.

So, my lusty eye does wander. I notice her Opus every time I pass by it. The colour always makes me gaze, and the sweeping writing on it. Lately I've been a little worried about it, because she locks it by the luggage rack, and it would be very easy to steal it. Again I walked by it this morning noticing, hm, it would be very easy to steal it.... 

Walking by again this afternoon I saw a strange gap between the leather handle grip on the right and the gear shift. As I realized that the grip must have been moved, I saw the other one was missing altogether, and once again decided that there is no point in owning anything really nice!

...in fact if you look really closely at the photograph you will see what recently happened to the bike parked beside it.

until you don't!

"...leaving behind only a glass slipper"

That moment when you get to where you parked your bike, and you find not a coffee cup in your basket, or a bell or a seat missing, or a nasty note attached. No, you find just an empty pole.

You wonder for at first, as one does, whether you forgot you parked it somewhere else. You hope. But it only takes a second for your mind to click into the proper memory, and when you go to take a closer look at the crime scene, still thinking that by the time you get there, you'll spot it somewhere close-by, or you find some kind of clue to a practical joke, you notice all that's left of your bike is a silk flower lying pathetically up-side-down on the ground, not nearly as pretty as it looked on the bike. Left there, just as if to confirm. A kind gesture from the thief to save you the trouble of wondering.

He must have been attracted by the dazzling sight of the brand new transmission. I didn't even get a chance to admire it yet. Had a fun time getting a tune-up just earlier this week at MEC. They couldn't get their information straight, and in the end I paid less than expected, and wasn't really sure what got done and what didn't. Waited a week for my appointment with a mechanic there.

When's a less busy time I asked on the way out. Winter, he said. I'll see you in winter! I would never get caught needing a tune-up between April and October again. But the trouble was worth it because this week my princess ran like a dream!

Now i don't know where she is. What she is. Probably parts.  Ironically, last week, one morning i found I'd forgotten to lock her!

I blame myself, as one does, for not using more or better locks, for not taking my baby to the dark damp basement garage every night. I'm sure to hear about it - go on, get it off your chest, mom, you get ONCE!


Everyone loses a bike. It's a city rite of passage. It's the cost of riding. You can take measures to minimize the chances, but you can't park underground everywhere you go.  Not until you move to Japan!  And every lock is breakable. If they want your bike they'll have your bike.

So you must make them not want it! Every loose and pretty bit must be wired down, duct taped, or cosmetically vandalized. I had flowers everywhere, convinced that no person with any business sense would find it worth the effort to remove all the tape and wire, but i got sloppy. I should have taken the time to deface those shiny new

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cogs and chain.  I should have put more spray paint on them, and the wheels, and the seat stem, the seat, the chain, everything!

Whatever you do, you can think you're doing everything right. No, no. You've just been lucky. It was my turn.

The girl and I, and her Supercycle seat with seams that collect water, that stains my pants for days after it rains, we had a good run. 

So, celebrate that you find your bike where you left it, until you don't.  Then go and find a new one.

Bye-bye, pretty bike! I'll miss you. I'll miss how easily we went up every hill. I'll miss the way you made old ladies smile. Maybe someone else gets to love you now. Forget about your evil middle man. Girl, you have some stories to tell!

one ride at a time

a lovely note found on my bike

when you pick up your bike where you parked it, don’t get mad if you find someone else's bike leaning on yours and you wish you had 3 arms to dislodge them from each other while keeping them both from falling over.

don’t worry that your seat is wet, and that you forgot to bring a towel or a plastic bag. don’t moan because some litter bug thought putting their empty coffee cup into your basket wasn’t actually littering. don’t lament the bell someone stole just because they liked it. don’t dismay because someone locked their bike to your brake cable, and you now need to dismantle it before you can leave.

don't get angry because you find a threatening note clipped to your lock, because someone felt you parked too close to a community garden.

no!

CELEBRATE, that you find your bike where you left it, with no major parts missing and that you get to ride it yet another time!