Monthly Archives: October 2013

Why do we think it’s OK to be oblivious when we ride?

Plain simple truth is this. When we drive a car, we’re constantly having to change speed or direction, sometimes quickly, to avoid a collision with another driver who’s doing something idiotic. Changing lanes into us, screaming through a left-hand-turn light that’s red before they get to it, or just plain running through a light that just turned red. Admit it. It happens all the time. And the only reason we’re around to talk about it is because, when we were driving, we noticed it and took action.

I’ll bet this has happened to most of us several times this week, and we don’t pay it any attention because it’s just kind of normal. We know that we have to watch out for others when we’re driving. People do stupid things all the time.

So why, when we’re out on a ride and this happens once in a while, are we so shocked? Why do we act like we have (or should have) some sort of zone of benevolence, as if we’re surrounded by a force field that protects us from all evil while we enjoy our ride?

I’m not saying that it’s not the car’s fault when they do something stupid and take out a cyclist. No question there. But much of it is preventable. That’s my politically-incorrect statement. That we have more control over our own safety than we are sometimes willing to accept. That it’s kind of silly that we whine so much about how stupid and dangerous cars are when we’re on a bike, and yet we accept that same behavior, and drive accordingly, when we’re in a car.

Roads are shared. Shared by bikes, shared by cars, shared by pedestrians. We all have to be looking out for one another. We can all likely do better. We have to expand our responsibilities beyond the confines of the steel walls of our car or some magical 3 foot safe zone that the law has created around us. We have to realize that it’s wrong when you’re riding down the road and a pedestrian who’s started to cross the street sees us as steps back and apologizes to us when we should be apologizing to them.

Shared roads means shared responsibility. And as we know, some are more responsible than others. Sometimes we have to shoulder more of the responsibility for something than we wish, at work, at home, and we think it’s unfair and you can win or lose that argument and it’s not going to kill you. But when you’re out on the road, in a car, or on your bike, you have to assume that you’re more-responsible for the safety of others on that roadway than anybody else. And that’s going to help keep you alive.  –Mike–

Easy ride this morning, hard commute home tonight

Not too many of us this morning; myself, Kevin (pilot), Kevin (son), Marcus, Mark P, Joe, JR. With Marcus attending there would normally be an assumption of a fast ride, but thankfully Kevin (son, not the pilot) had a small seizure on the run-in to Huddart Park while on Greer, which meant that going for time was no longer relevant. Good thing too since I still didn’t feel too fast, at least not until later in the ride.

So, about that Stages power meter. It is interesting to know what sort of continuous power you’re capable of, and know that you can or cannot sustain whatever your current pace is. But today the pace was generally well under the norm, with the exception of the final run up to Skyline from Sky Londa (which today was about 850 watts) and the final sprint on Albion (just over 1000). Pro sprinters are up in the 1400 -2000 watt range (Mark Cavendish typically cranks out 1600 at the end of a 5 hour race). The peloton need not fear my return. 🙂

One other thing I noticed. The “final bump” segment for the end of West Old LaHonda? Be careful trying to get a good time on it, because the segment seems to end in the middle of highway 35! Strava goes to so much trouble to flag and kill downhill segments because they’re “dangerous” but leaves intact segments that end in the middle of an intersection?

18mph on the Jefferson automated speed sign. Felt like more than that, but I've seen it read 15 some days.
18mph on the Jefferson automated speed sign. Felt like more than that, but I’ve seen it read 15 some days.

In some ways the commute home was a more-satisfying ride. Flat out the whole way, on my BikeFriday, with a backpack holding my hefty laptop, power supply, shoes and other stuff. Nearly every one of the 4 stop lights was timed almost perfectly, and as you clear each successive one, you start working it a bit harder, wondering how low you can get that total elapsed time home. Today it was 13:26, not bad at all, arriving home completely wasted and out of breath.