“This is not my bike… A friend of mine loaned it to me for the weekend, so I am bringing it back.”
“I am leaving today, taking a plane and needed to go cross town to get something.”
Photographer’s noters: There are riders who leave one hypnotised. I crossed this wheel a few kilometres back from the photo and drifted into the slow, languid style he has of riding. Completely unthreatening, unchallenging, he simply drifted down the road. Before I knew it, we had covered a few kilometres.
That said, it was not without worry. In just 500m, in one instance, crossing an intersection, a car powered into the crossroads, forcing his way across the path. Further down the road, a huge AWD (4×4) decided to overtake a car that was too slow for them – and the mass of steel pressed us both into the extremes of the bike lane so as to avoid contact.
“I try not to panic at all. Let’s say I am a little scared with the cars. I feel if I am aggressive as they are, then you are in trouble. They are crazy here.”
There may be a discussion about whose style is better, safer. I am certainly far more assertive in my riding, taking my lane and riding ahead when it is my right of way. But today, I cannot say either style worked. Frankly, they both fail when faced with drivers who do not care about the cyclist…. Of course, that might be the clue. Respect…