Showing posts with label Bicycles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bicycles. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Bicyclists have rights, yes, but what about responsibilities?



Tuesdays are the Science Section in the New York Times. I recommend it. Yes, I know, I’m letting an outside agency schedule my life, blah, blah, blah, available on-line anytime, “you still read the paper?” and all that noise. Yes. I look forward to weekends, too. Sue me.

Today’s edition has several articles that speak to me, and I could go for a while on several, such as the value of short bursts of exercise,  rubella outbreaks in Japan due to gender-based vaccination policies,  why it’s easier to speak a foreign language when you’re seeing foreign cues (my friends know why this jumped out to me,) and the Gates Foundation’s quest for the perfect condom.  I could go on about that last one for quite a while.

But instead, there’s this article about “Safer Biking”, meaning bicyclists, that I want to do a brief launch on. 

The article discusses the half-million emergency room visits each year because of bike accidents, and safety stats on using helmets. “Dooring” as a common cause of car-bike accidents, which our soon-to-be-ex-mayor Villaraigosa discovered, first-elbow.  It recommends the Netherlands’ safety idea of opening your car door with your RIGHT hand, so you look over your left shoulder to clear the bike lane before you fling open that sucker into an oncoming cyclist. It talks about raising fines for this move, as well as discussing lane markings, intersection sensors for bikes, dedicated bike lanes, and all the usual  accommodations that bikes need in a car-centric traffic design.

Fine.

But only mentioned in passing is any obligation of the cyclist. One paragraph in a half-page article recommends against texting or talking on the phone while cycling, the same warnings given to all drivers on the road. 
Unmentioned are any of the following:

>>The sign says ‘STOP.’ It’s not a suggestion for cars, it’s a law. Want to be taken seriously as a vehicle? STOP. Same goes for Red lights.
>>My car has to have lights. Surprisingly, your bike does, too, at least after the sun sets. No lights equals hood ornament. No apologies.
>>My car has to have brakes. Yours does, too. A criterium racing bike is the only bike that shouldn’t have brakes, because it ONLY runs on a closed-track velodrome, only with other bikes without brakes.  I know you think you can stop that ‘fixie’ in time, but again, no brakes equals hood ornament. No apologies.
>>Pick a lane and take it, signal lane changes and make them. I’ve driven all the way down Palos Verde Drive East behind a pair of cyclists, without honking or crowding, because I’ve also ridden it on my Paramount, and know how much that ride rocks at 30 mph on a bike. But I’ve also seen the right-curb-to-left-turn-lane-without-a-signal move at the turn at PV Drive North. I’ll try to stop when you make that move, but…hood ornament? No apologies.

These have been examples of bad driving, or bad equipment. I see plenty of both on cars, too.  But then there’s just stupid. Let me spell that for the folks who commit these acts: STOOPID.

>>Doing the criterium dance at the red light, trying to stay poised to launch without taking your feet off the pedals, twitching the front wheel left and right, rocking the bike back and forth, and then (personal favorite) losing it and falling over in front of a car because you couldn’t get unclipped/ unstrapped/ unproud fast enough to get a foot down.  “How’d you break your wrist?”
>>The fallback faux pas, circling. For the maroons who want to do the dance but actually have gearing on their rear hubs, is to circle in tight loops at the front of the bike lane at the intersection as they wait for the light to change to green. Meanwhile, cars in the right lane have no idea what the bozo on the bike is doing. Especially when the bike is pointing against traffic, so if the light changes and the car wants to go, it has to wait for the bicyclist to finish the pirouette.
>>Constantly switching between being a car and a pedestrian, trying to be both, ie., turning through intersections by riding in crosswalks.
>>Vehicles all go the same direction on one side of the yellow line. NO EXCEPTIONS.  I look both ways for slow-moving pedestrians crossing the street at the corners. They’re easily seen, because there’s no cars parked at the corner to block my view. I look both ways at traffic, coming from the left close-in, from the right farther away. I usually have a good view, because parked cars aren’t parked too close to the corners, since the red no-parking zones are designed for this kind of traffic situation (speed, viewing angles, etc.) But if you’re riding in the curb lane against traffic, zipping towards me completely obscured by the parked cars you’re passing, coming at me on THIS side of the street but from the WRONG direction, well,…hood ornament. No apologies.

And now, a brief discussion of the 1991 Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) and the Law of Unintended Consequences.  Folks in wheelchairs, or crutches, or just suffering the infirmity of advanced age, found themselves cut off from their friends across the street, and from the businesses blocks away, by the curbs you and I step over every day. So the ADA mandated curb-cuts at intersections, so folks who could barely lift their feet as they walked could nonetheless cross the street.  So the wheelchair-bound could  cross the road to the grocery/drugstore/fastfood complex that services their neighborhood.  NOT so that sidewalks could become the new bike highways, allowing cyclists to scream through intersections without having to negotiate curbs at all. They’re called sideWALKS, you know.  And I expect, anticipate and check for traffic that’s moving at pedestrian/wheelchair speed coming along sidewalks. So if you’re speeding those sidewalks, especially going WITH traffic, so I can’t see you because of the parked cars between you and me? No apologies, hood ornament.

I could go on, but you get the idea.

Being an analyst, as well as a bicyclist, I look for solutions to these issues. Here are a few ideas.

Enforcement. What cop wants to chase a bicycle? Especially here in LA, where most of the cops are in cars, it’s a losing proposition.  A cyclist can elude a car, the fines are small, and aren’t taken seriously. Since bikes aren’t registered,  failure to pay has no result. But now, we can do photo enforcement.  Cops can take pics, citizens can take pics, and they can be posted online, with rewards for identification, paid from the car/vehicle size fines for the tickets that result.
Want to ride on the roads? Valid ID at all times, just like with other vehicles out there. Lights and brakes, and fines for missing them.  Various cities have tried bike registration and licensing. It hasn’t worked so far.  But carrying ID is simple. And when the cop pulls you over for no brakes, no lights, not stopping at the light, you can show him a valid ID, or he can take your picture and if you don’t pay within 30 days, your picture goes up, and a reward is offered for ID’ing you.

All laws for cars apply to you. Blow lights, cross streets by riding intersections, drive the wrong way in traffic, circle instead of stop and put a foot down at the red light? Ticket. Period.

Here’s a simple rule: If you couldn’t do it riding a motorcycle, don’t do it on a bicycle.

Exceptions:
We don’t let small children drive toy cars in traffic, and we don’t let cars drive along sidewalks. We understand those are bad ideas.  So twelve and under, on the sidewalk. Over twelve, in the street. The age is negotiable, but needs to be over ten and under sixteen. This way, years before they’re eligible to drive a car, kids will learn the traffic rules accurately. Probably improve the quality of drivers out there eventually. Both kinds.

Look, I ride, too. I’ve ridden the gravel roads and one-laners from Fairbanks to Anchorage, and PCH from San Francisco to San Diego. I ride in traffic on Venice Blvd in LA and the bike path on the beach there. I know what kinds of inconsiderate, angry assholes there are behind the wheels of those cars.

But every time you blow a stop sign, or surprise a driver coming from the wrong direction, you don’t just scare that driver and make him or her angry at you.  You make that driver angry at all the rest of us cyclists, who are trying to be vehicles, to move with traffic, to not show off or be jerks.  You are setting a bad example to everyone, including your own children.

So wear a helmet. Stop at the light and the STOP sign. Put a red rear light on the bike. Maybe four. Maybe flashing. A white headlight, too, so you can be seen by the cars turning left as you come at them. And put a goddamned brake on that front wheel, with the grip on the left handle, where every real bicycle brakeset puts the stronger brake. Seventy per cent of your stopping power is on the front wheel. Rely on your chain to stop from the rear wheel and you’ll always lose to a cable brake.

Want to be treated like a vehicle and get the respect (and space) of other vehicles on the road?  Then act like a vehicle. Same rules, no surprises. You already get to go to the front of every lane at a STOP. Isn’t that enough? If you couldn’t do it riding a motorcycle, don’t  do it on a bicycle.

I said I’d do a “brief launch” on this. 
Aren’t you glad I didn’t go long?
6/25/2013 1:50 PM



  
  

Monday, June 27, 2011

Back to bicycles behaving badly...

Monday, June 27, 2011 20:48:19

Things are happening in the world of bicycles. The law of unintended consequences plays a part. So does the same ‘poverty as culture’ that gave the world coq au vin, haggus and the Volkswagen. And then there’s both sides of generic male arrogance, the ‘gotta tinker’ inventiveness in the shop, somewhat offset by the ‘No Rules’ approach to traffic.

Unintended Consequences

George Bush Sr, back in ’91, was forced to sign the Americans With Disabilities Act. WTF has that got to do with bikes acting badly? Observe any intersection. The infirm and the wheelchair-bound once had to negotiate the step down and back up at either end of the crosswalk, making crossing the street an impossibility for many, leaving them confined to the block they lived on. The more desperate dared going into the street at driveways, and tooling along the gutter until they could cross. The ADA changed all that, mandating curb cuts at the corners. The rest is history. Now, in addition to the infirm and the wheelchaired, every pedestrian takes their life in their hands on the new bicycle freeways. No longer restrained by that same up-and-down curb challenge, bikes of all types, with their riders of various skill levels, fly along sidewalks, launch into crosswalks and traffic, and scatter crowds on the other side. Notice the use of the verb ‘walk’ in the nouns ‘sidewalk’ and ‘crosswalk’? Just wanted to point out that explicit preference for the pedestrian over the wheeled. Duly noted, duly ignored.

Since these skill-deficient cyclists ride in any direction, besides being a hazard for the folks on foot, they present a new blind spot to the driver. If they are traveling the same direction as traffic, their very existence is often hidden by the cars parked at the curb. And no driver thinks there’s another lane of traffic to consider on the sidewalk, certainly not one moving at car speeds. So when a bike suddenly vaults off the curb into a crosswalk from the right as a driver takes that right turn, I have no sympathy for the rider’s sudden transition from living being to hood ornament.

Riders coming the other direction on the sidewalk are at least more visible at the intersection, since they are coming straight at the driver as the car turns right. Who has the right of way? Well, the bike is riding against traffic, and so, by definition, is in the wrong. But the argument in court, as the parents try to get the driver to pay for the damage done to their young one, suddenly in different need of those curb cuts, is the question of who had the last chance to avoid the accident.

Poverty As Culture.

The question of who had the last chance to stop is made simpler if the bicyclist was riding a fixee, since the ‘real’ fixie, fashion ride of the fixie pixie, is not only gearless but brakeless. These are made cheap, by stripping all the hardware and cables off an old 5- or 10-speed, then slapping on a coat of paint and a chain. No coaster brake, no caliper brake, no brake at all except the incredible ability to make the feet on the pedals suddenly stop going forward. These bikes are meant only for banked closed-oval racing, where all bikes are similarly non-equipped, so the bike in front of you can’t stop any faster, or with any less warning than you can. And where there are no pedestrians, no cross traffic, and no cars. Technically, this is a legal configuration on the street, since the law requires that the bike can be stopped, but does not specify how.

Some small number of fixees, for girls I suppose, have a single caliper brake on the front wheel. Appropriate, since 70% of stopping power of the usual two-wheeled brake configuration is at the front wheel. But these are anomalies, a training-wheel-type configuration the rider aspires to outgrow on his way to permanent injury. A cop can make any rider demonstrate a bike’s braking, but no city wants its civil servants requiring citizens to injure themselves, since most of these cyclists haven’t got the skill level, or the attention span, to perform a controlled skid as a braking maneuver, certainly not in a panic before the SUV’s grill bounces the rider off the bike and onto the asphalt head first.

Speaking of head-first. Helmets, anyone? Apparently not. EMTALA anyone? Look it up. If you don’t wear a helmet, you’ll need it.

To be continued…

750 (minus the ‘Tbc’) ~ Monday, June 27, 2011 21:48:17