No, We’re Not in Kansas (Now or Ever)


Not a commuting related post, but something I had to put up here. Riding up the bike path towards Lexington Center about 12:30 this afternoon when I pass two fully equipped — and armed — British Redcoats strolling along. Turns out they were headed up to a rehearsal for the big Patriots Day reinactment that will go on next weekend. The cool/great thing was no one seemed to be the least bit perturbed or interested in the fact that two soldiers from the late 18th century, and from a foreign power no less, were in their midst. Bikers passed on by, mothers with strollers continued strolling, and cursed roller-bladers kept on hogging both sides of the path. And the two Redcoats were comfortable being there. It wasn’t like they were looking for attention. It was just a nice day for a walk, and rather than driving to the rehersal they just decided to walk to it.

All of this living-history, and existing in the midst of important historical locations, is one of the cooler thing about living here. Doesnt’ come close to making up for miserable winters and cold, windy springs though.

Do We Need Armed Guards on Storrow Drive?

I’m using carbon-based fuels to commute today, and sitting on Storrow drive for the better part of an hour leads me to again ask a question I pose to myself five or six times a year: Do we need some sort of vigilant para-military presense on Boston’s river roads to keep over-sized vehicles from driving onto them and de-capitating themselves?

This isn’t rocket science. If you’re driving a truck (or bus, from what I heard about today’s FUBAR) and you see a sign that says “low clearance”, or if you scrape the roof on one of those things that hang down before the on-ramps, GET THE HELL OFF THE ROAD! I’m sorry you can’t take the most direct route to your destination. Deal. You, your employer, your employer’s insurance company, and the thousands of commuters who you won’t inconvenience will thank you for it.

The Unbearable Lightness of Obliviousness

I called this blog “Playing in Traffic,” thinking that would be a sarcastic & hip nod to the supposed main topic. I should have realized off the bat that there are people out there that at least give the impression they really ARE playing in traffic. The examples for today….

Corner of Mountfort & Carlton in Brookline (or maybe Boston — who knows what’s where in that neighborhood). About 6 PM, waiting at the stop-light that one never gets, when strolling up Montfort comes a purposely distracted BU assistant professor type, studying some papers as he walks. Of course, just as he gets to the intersection with the stop-light you never get, the light turns against him. Not that he notices. He’s walked across one of the two lanes of traffic, and cars have begun passing him on both sides, when the lightbulb goes off in his head. Too bad it was a dim bulb.

About a minute later, I’m crossing Commonwealth Ave., working my way over to the BU campus and down to the bridge across Storrow Drive. Cars are MOVING, determined to get through that intersection and on out Comm Ave or across the bridge to Cambridge. No quarter asked of pedestrians or other cars, and none given. Except to the bike messenger-type co-ed weaving her nice single speed up the bike lane. Heaven forbid that she stop for the red light. She just picks her spot and cuts the traffic, pretty nearly getting crunched for her efforts. She evinced an attitude I often saw when I lived in D.C. — she was too cool to die. I thought about yelling after her, but what would be the point. She’s been riding up that bike lane since she was a freshman, and she’s never been hit. Which reminded me of a phrase burnt into my mind from working on marketing pieces at Fidelity — past performance is no guarantee of future returns.

Score for today: Pedestrians 1 Bicyclists 1 Cars 0.

Why It Seems Like Only Yesterday That I Was On The Bike! (if we lived on some planet where each day is 4 earth-months long)

Back in the saddle after too-long winter laziness. Actually with the way I kept in shape over the past 5 months, it’s safer to say I’m all over the saddle. Wind trainer looked good in the basement, all set up and ready to be used. And I would have used it, too, if it hadn’t been so cold down there, or if the kids had cleaned up the room, or if I wasn’t suffering from a case of the Malbec flu every weekend.

In any case, first day of commuting was 3/30. Time elapsed until I saw some stupid-commuter-trick was about 17 minutes. Stopped at light in-bound on Massachuetts Ave., right past Porter Square. To my left I catch a blur of motion as a cyclist rides down the middle of concrete median, runs the stop-light, bunny hops back up onto the median, and books on down the Avenue. And he was on what looked to be a nice road bike — not one you’d normally think of bunny hopping. Not that that should make a difference since he obviously didn’t care if he was broadsided while running the light. But he was a hell of a bike handler.

Today’s score — Bicyclists 1, internal combustion engines 0

Do as we say, not as we do

Wednesday morning, corner of JFK Street & Memorial Drive, Cambridge, about 8:30 AM. Pedestrians, bicyclists, even a roller blader waiting for walk signal so everyone can go. Why so patient? Because two bicycle cops (unknown jurisdiction — blue & black uniforms; any ideas who by anyone out there?) are waiting too. Or at least as long as a continuous flow of cars keeps them from pedaling out into the intersection. Which they do as soon as they get a quarter-block opening in traffic. Of course, they only get halfway across becuase there’s a LOT of traffic going the other direction, headed out of Cambridge and across the river. So there the two cops sit, blocking one lane of the bridge headed into Cambridge, while 15 or so foot-powered commuters gawk. Easy scoring on the shame meter for this one. Extra credit for the law enforcement angle. Bicyclists 2, cars & pedestrians 0.

Why can’t we all just get along?

In close to 20 years of off-and-on commuting by bicycle I’ve been lucky to have only been involved in two semi-serious mishaps. The first was when the ding-bat with the boy-friend who was a trial lawyer turned left in front of me at the corner of Wisconsin & M Street, in Washington, D.C. It wouldn’t have been a big deal except I was already in the intersection, and she managed to hit me hard enough to put me onto the hood of her car, but not hard enough to leave any permanent damage. Then she tried to take me to small claims court for the scratches my bike put on her hood. The second was the first day I rode my bike to work in Boston. Riding along the Esplanade (that’s the riverbank for those not acquainted with the Hub of the Universe), enjoying the view of Cambridge & MIT, when a cigarette smoking, blue haired matron from Beacon Hill lost control of her three-pound lhasa apso (sp?), which immediately ran under my front tire. If looks could kill I still wouldn’t be dead, but there might me some flesh missing. The woman couldn’t keep her lap-dog on a leash, but she expected me to ride into the Charles River to keep from putting tire marks on Muffy.

I’m telling this because I don’t want to make it seem like I’m some sort of un-appreciated victim here. I ride a lot, in some places where it probably isn’t the smartest idea to ride a bicycle. I’ve been lucky, and/or aware enough to avoid most trouble. But I drive a lot too, and see all the fun and care-free ways that bicyclists piss fossil-fuel consumers off.

Lately there’s been way too much attention paid to the battle of bicycle-vs-car, with not a lot of discussion about why the battle is even taking place. Is it simply because there are more bikes on the road? Are the people riding bikes suddenly more antagonistic towards cars? Are drivers so stressed out by $4/gallon gas that they’re taking offense at any perceived slight? Yes. But I think reasons like those are only scratching the surface. There’re a lot of deeper-seated reasons that, right now, cars and bikes don’t play nice together.

Here’s a question: When you’re driving a car, and some other driver does something stupid in front of you, causing you to slow down/stop/honk/flip them the bird, is your initial thought “That idiot should be banned from driving on this street!”? Or is it simply, “That idiot!”? If you’re stuck in traffic and a pedestrian crosses the street in front of you, a half a block away from the nearest cross walk, is your first reaction, “She’s dis-obeying traffic regulations! Where’s a cop?” The point is that there’s a lot of low-grade traffic law infractions that happen around us every day, and the ones that people focus on right now involve bikes. Because they’re visible, they’re un-expected, they’re a little exotic in the context of urban streets, and all of a sudden there are more of them out there. My little experiment is going to try to give some examples of bad behavior — by cars, by pedistrians, certainly by buses, and definitely by bicyclists. And I’ll keep a tally of them, so there can be some objective, quantifiable measure of who’s screwing who here.

It’s late August 2008. Let the games begin.