I’ve been on a mission, lately, to stop for every pedestrian I see trying to cross the road. It’s easy when I’m the only one around, but I’m a little more reluctant when there are cars behind me and I worry that: the car might not stop when I do …
This may be my own opinion more than any cultural norm or hard rule or anything, but when you’re biking, I think it’s flat-out rude to blow by someone else without some form of acknowledgment. It doesn’t need to be huge–a simple “on your left” or ring of a bell …
Think about the last time you heard about a crash that involved a car and a bicycle. Are you thinking? I’ll give you a minute. Okay. Now try to remember how you heard about it and what people said. Did they wonder who was at fault? Blame either the driver …
Every so often, I remember that sometimes it’s scary to be on a bike contending with speedy, seemingly ambivalent motorized traffic. Yesterday, a somewhat harrowing ride home, the last leg of a three-day journey back from Smith Rock, was one of those days. Highway 224 is a lovely, sparsely populated …
