Last Weeks Road Kill: 3
No ride on Sunday, spent the day rearranging the Evil Lair at the behest of Mrs. Evil.
I need to spout off on my current peeve, but an ugly, uncomfortable confession is required first.
Sometime I get passed while riding.
Okay, there, it's out in the open. There are riders out there that are faster than me, or enjoy me in their rear view as opposed to gazing at my magnificent backside.
To my credit, this typically happens when I am commuting, so mitigating factors include:
But, I get passed. Fair enough.
- I commute with a 20 lb backpack;
- I'm in no real rush to get to the lab;
- No coffee in system yet;
- The fact that after drafting in my huge wake for the last half hour, the "passer" may be rested and refreshed for the pass.
But, you passing bastards: MAKE SOME NOISE when you pass. Anything from a simple "passing" to a bell or a cough. Don't pass in silence. Its startling and its dangerous.
I, and most riders, can easily hear cars. (Car drivers take note: No need to honk, we know you are there. Exception being the hateful Prius. ) But a cyclist coming from behind blends into the background noise. End result: I don't know you are there until I catch you in my peripheral vision.
I repeat for emphasis: It's startling and it's dangerous. I could swerve a bit to miss some debris and hit you. Or I could hit you out of spite, just for passing me.
All that bloodshed could just be avoided had you, the passing cyclist, just made some noise.
Don't think for a minute that I really want to talk to you. I don't want to exchange pleasantries about how nice it is this time of year. I don't want to have to acknowledge your compliments of my cool ride or bright lighting system, only to have to fabricate half-hearted compliments as replies. I just don't want to get hurt. In return, I promise not to swerve into you or mutter nasty things about you as you continue on your oblivious way. Understood?