May 2012 President’s Letter
Cavalier-ity
In a perfect world, bicycles and expanded public transportation facilities would begin to outnumber single-user automobiles on the roadways at some point. But, although things are changing to some extent with regard to that situation, that day still looks to be some time off in the future.
So, the fact is that we, as cyclists, will have to continue to deal with auto drivers; and they with us. It is no secret that the problem of the two mixing is exacerbated by the many competing interests for the attention of the auto driver. Forget cell phone usage, which these days seem nearly ubiquitous. Those who live around university campuses are now only too aware of the propensity for (mostly younger) drivers to text while they drive.
In short, it's a dangerous world out there, and getting more so all the time.
This point was brought home to me, personally, three years ago in June. I suffered an auto/bike accident on Oakland Drive. The way the incident came about, and its aftermath, changed the way I ride.
My friend Jim Eckert and I were headed out to the Monday night ride on that evening. As there is on any weekday around 5:00 P.M., there was a lot of traffic on Oakland – mostly commuters headed home after working in the City all day.
In the southbound bike lane I was doing everything correctly. I stayed centered in the lane, obeyed traffic signals, and was watchful both in front of me and also behind; the latter through the use of my glasses-mounted rearview mirror. My speed, at around 17 mph, wasn't excessive.
The problem came as I was passing cars that had stopped at a red light at the corner of Oakland and Winchell. A van had stopped far enough behind the car in front of it that a hole in the line of cars had formed. An auto driver in the northbound lane took advantage of that opening to turn into her driveway, right in front of me.
The driver of that SUV, her view of the bike lane blocked by the van, never thought twice about whipping into her driveway. I wasn't on her radar, visually or mentally. She wasn't on mine, either. What bike rider would ever expect a car to suddenly dart perpendicularly out of a line of stopped cars?
I had eight feet in which to react. Locking up the brakes on both wheels, I also tried to veer to my right in order to not ram into the vehicle head-on. In both techniques I was partially successful. We still hit, but I had scrubbed off a lot of speed. And the glancing impact was much gentler than it would have been with a direct hit.
Still, I went up over the handlebars, landed on her hood, and then fell backward onto the road. My water bottle popped out of its holder and was crushed flat by her right front tire. Soft tissues on my body violently rammed into the hard surfaces on my bike and her car. A day later, huge purple bruises appeared on my legs and trunk. Some were, seemingly, larger than my physical body.
I managed to avoid serious, life-altering damage. But any way you cut it, running into something hard like that is a wrenching experience, both physically and mentally. I was very, very lucky. If I had been nine feet further down the bike lane she would have broadsided me…and Mike Boersma would probably still be President of the Kalamazoo Bicycle Club.
The truth is, though, I had grown somewhat cavalier about the prospects of getting hit on my bike. In approximately twelve years of serious bike riding at that point, nothing like that had ever happened. My subconscious conclusion from that streak of good luck was that nothing ever would. And I had let my survival skills grow somewhat rusty as a result.
So now I'm more careful again. I still hope for the best, but I also plan for and expect the worst. Though I hope a car driver sees me before I make a turn at a four-way stop, I expect that he won't. And I don't proceed until he acknowledges my presence by waving me across in front of him.
There are other things I do – and you should too – to insure you're riding defensively. The most important thing though is to pay attention; you can't take anything for granted. Mixing it up with cars on the road is dangerous enough when everything is going according to plan. Adding in the prospect of distracted drivers – and distracted bike riders – makes it even more critical that we look out for our own interests, and our own hides, when we're on our bikes.
Ride safe.
Zolton Cohen, KBC President