I was just riding to work and on campus we have basically a big one way street with a counterflow bike lane.
I was just getting on campus and about to join said lane when a taxi pulled out in front of me from a loading dock, went the wrong way down the one way street and was driving over the bike lane. I had to quickly veer onto the sidewalk.
Because I am a human on a bicycle, I shouted HEY really loudly. I do not have a horn like a car does. I kept my pace, which happened to be slight faster than the taxi, who had to watch for all the oncoming traffic, and I pulled out in front of it at the intersection where he obeyed the stop sign for bicycles (you know, the mini kind?).
I was about to let go of my “almost got into an accident” adrenaline and tell him all the dangerous things he was doing when some model cyclist (with the lycra suit and a camera helmet etc) rolled up and politely said to him
“Excuse me sir but you are driving on a cycle path. Please try to avoid it in the future. In fact, you almost hit this person. It’s quite dangerous.”
UGH HE STOLE MY MOMENT!
and he forgot the one way street problem!!!
At this point, the cab driver starts to let his car roll forward to leave. You know, while I am stopped right in front of it.
So I got to shout DO NOT EVEN MOVE RIGHT NOW because I am not fucking interested in that intimidation attempt.
I hopped up on my bike, went in a little circle in front of him, and went on my way.
But really, I feel like an important opportunity to assert myself has been taken from me. I clearly was making noise about this and was handling it. I think the polite bystander should step in when injustices happen and the victim can not handle the altercation.
On this day:
in 2014 – yes this forever
in 2009 – and this is very true as well. Seaming in the crotch is also a big issue.
in 2008 – not a gymnast, DOES do a fainting pose frequently
in 2006 – a bunch of photos from around the Glebe
in 2005 – where did I go?
I have an ongoing list of blog posts I want to make. Sometimes I get a bit worried that I’ll forget my inspiration for my meaningful writings. I guess I’m writing this right now to reassure myself that I have a list and that I will get to them when I will and that is ok.
Right now I’m floating on a cloud of happiness. I had a wonderful evening yesterday with all kinds of interrelated factors.
Shawn and I made dinner and ate together. He was inspired to make Yorkshire pudding and I made (honestly, kind of sub-par) roasted veggies and gravy. But it was nice to work together and share the meal. He’d been sick all day and we took some time to check in and have good snuggles.
Terri decided to rent a a beautiful cabin in late October and invited me to join her and I was super excited because spending time with Terri is super fun. It’s a good mix of silly chats, serious chats, and silence. Also I love nature love love love want to live in it forever but with toilets and a shower ok yay!
I spent some time with a newish lover and had nice chats and very nice Definitely Not Chats and then felt great biking home in the cool night air.
Coming home and sharing news of my evening with Shawn and cuddling into bed and having a really solid and refreshing night of sleep.
This is more about today but that’s ok. It’s my list and I make the rules for it. Checking out the website for the cabin and like, seriously becoming almost teary about how beautiful it seems and how wonderful it will be to spend a weekend there.
On this day:
In 2013 – ugh ugh ugh LOVE IS GREAT! But seriously (not that I wasn’t being serious). I have seen myself change and grow so much over the last 2-3ish years and I’m super happy.
In 2007 – plastified dead bodies and my fear of my sister
Shawn and I recently spent about a week and a half in and around Vancouver. This trip was a big deal to me for many many reasons and there are lots of facets that I want to blog about.
This post is about my experience of the cycling culture in Vancouver.
At the start of spring, Shawn suggested that we arrange to use bikes around Vancouver and I loved the idea. Immediately, I started looking into bike rentals and into the cost of bringing our own bikes along.
Bike rentals start at $50/day per bike.
Flying with bikes costs just over $300 per bike (return)
It became clear that buying a couple cheap, used and generally in serviceable condition bikes was the answer. On our second day in town we started looking for used bikes. It turns out, there aren’t many actual shops that sell used bikes, Craigslist reins supreme in the area, but doesn’t work well for two people looking for an immediate purchase. On our first evening in town, I saw a couple walking on the sidewalk chatting and bringing some pretty nice custom bikes with them and I figured they’d have some good info. They suggested two different shops, both close to where we were staying. It turned out that one of the two had what we were looking for.
We ended up at Our Community Bikes and lucked out on one serviced bike and one as-is bike and some sweet people giving a friendly discount deal to a fellow Women/Queer/Trans night facilitator. We left that place with two working bikes that only needed a few minor adjustments to suit our needs for the remaining 10 days of our trip.
So… What do I want to say about bike culture in Vancouver?
There are bike routes everywhere! Not only are there dedicated bike paths, but there are entire streets that are dedicated bike routs and cyclists just go on them in huge gangs, all over the place. That was such an amazing feeling, to be totally safe and travel as a group among strangers. Any cars just kind of deal with it. At small intersections there are roundabouts where those on the bike route have right-of-way over the cross-streets. At major intersections there are stop lights that are activated by a crossing button right there at the side of the road, where cyclists can reach them! And then, it isn’t a super long wait for the light to change, it’s practically instant.
It seems clear that cycling as a commute option has been well integrated into the city and the entire time I was there I super duper enjoyed cycling as an option. I didn’t feel like there was the animosity between drivers and cyclists like there is here in Ottawa. In fact, cars often stopped in busy roads to let us cross if we were not at a controlled intersection, or they paused long enough at stop signs to let us go through without having to stop of slow for them. It was so super chill and lovely.
On this day:
In 2012 – moving out – selling stuff
In 2009 – “those mini squash that remind me of crowns for hand puppets”
In 2008 – ” I can now manage showering regularly and feeding myself for the most part.” (insert something about solo-parenting here)
In 2007 – dead bodies in my mouth
In 2006 – public transit gives me Feelings – for real
In 2005 – not into it