Well, that was quite the eventful first ride to work of the year yesterday. Last year I bought this road bike so that I could save some money and ride to work, getting exercise, save gas and produce less CO2. Or, if you are this guy, perhaps you think I’m actually hurting the environment by breathing too much. Whatever.
So, hopped on the bike around 5:20, trying to get out in front of the 5:45 rush down Franklin Blvd. through South Sac. And I didn’t feel like rushing on the first run of the year. It’s dark, I’ve got a head lamp on my helmet, a flashing light on the bike pointed forward and then also a red light on the back of the bike. Whatever it takes to make sure people in cars, and the occasional homeless guy walking in the street with his cart, can see me. I’ve also purchased a bright yellow vest this year, keeps the wind off my chest and makes me even more visible, day and night. Safety first, you know.
That being said, over the past year, I’ve ridden close to 1500 miles, about 45 days of riding to work @22 miles round trip. I’ve been close to cars in the past but nobody has really almost hit me. Until this morning. In a residential area, cruising along with all of my bright shiny lightness and yellow clothing, some bozo rolls up to a stop on my right (I’ve got no stop sign here, it’s a T intersection). Dude slows, stops and while I’m coasting and watching him, it looks like he’s going to stay put. I keep going and he pulls out. This is the exciting part, dontcha know. I’m braking, trying to pick a good spot on his front left fender to hit and starting to skid when he finally stops. Fortunately, I was able to stay upright and not have to click out of my pedals, rode around in front of him and kept on going. Needless to say, I was fully awake at that point.
So, lesson is, assume that they don’t see you unless you can look right at them in the eye. Which I knew already but it really looked like this guy was stopped completely and letting me go by. It was good to know that I can still handle a bike like when I was a kid, rather than just riding straight down the street.
More to come. Feels really good to get back on the bike and ride to work, even at 40 degrees. And the contact high I got on the way home from all of the dudes smoking Skunk in their cars helped I’m sure.
Next post should probably be about all of the strange stuff I’ve seen in the morning/afternoon riding along….