Portland drivers, listen up: QUIT, oh please QUIT stopping in the middle of the road to wave me through. Whether I am a pedestrian, a bicyclist, or another car, you are not doing anyone any favors. You are creating a serious disturbance to the normal flow of traffic, confusing other drivers, and creating a completely UNSAFE way for me to cross the street. Don’t be surprised if I refuse. I’m not an idiot. I see that guy behind you who has no fucking clue why you stopped and is about to blow right by. I also see the car on the other side of you who does not realize why you are stopped and has no intention of stopping himself. I see that if I could just cross the street after you pass at normal speed, as I intended to, then all traffic would remain as normal. I see that you do NOT have a stop sign and I do, so don’t stop, please don’t stop—you’re just confusing everyone and creating timing problems for every other being on the road, including me, who now has to adjust to your idiotic “polite” driving. Just GO, people.—Anonymous
we need to get to a place where motorists are the secondary, not the primary, users of public space. BTA is not going to get us there, because they do not see that as the goal. and of course PBoT is not going to get us there unless there is pressure from the grassroots. so what is needed is an edgier, angrier voice for bicyclists and pedestrians, a bad cop to BTA’s good cop.
Sounds familiar, eh?
Hundreds of riders check in daily to his humorous TriMet Confidential blog. He has more than 18,000 Twitter followers. This week, Willamette Week named him one of the city’s “Best People.” So why has TriMet taken Christensen off the road? On Thursday, he posted a commentary on his blog with a picture of a man riding a bike and this headline: “Portland! Kill this bicyclist.”
via The Oregonian.
The two teenagers in the car with Dyer told Austin police detectives that Dyer said, “I hate cyclists on the road,” before he allegedly rolled down his window, firing a shot from a pellet gun at a cyclist.
So much hate.
Madonna del Ghisallo – Patron Saint of Cyclists.
Medieval legend says that Count Ghisallo was travelling near the village of Magréglio when he was attacked by highway bandits. Spotting a image of the Virgin Mary in a roadside shrine, he broke away from his attackers and ran to it. There he took refuge, pled for Our Lady’s protection – and was miraculously saved from the robbers.
As the story spread, the Madonna del Ghisallo became known as patroness of local travellers. In more recent times, cyclists would often stop to rest and pray at the chapel, which is a local landmark, and is at the top of a steep hill. After World War II, FatherItalian shrine for bicyclists, and she was given as patroness of cyclists on 13 October 1949 by PopePius XII.
The chapel has become equal part religious shrine, part cycling museum, with artifacts and photos from the sport. There is an eternal flame that burns there in memory of the cyclists of are no longer with us, and services each Christmas Eve and the Feast of All Souls commemorate them.
Pendent available here.
Nice story, but just how did the Virgin of Ghisallo “miraculously” save the poor traveler from bandits?
Did she ride up on her fixed-gear bicycle miraculously powered by her straddled legs and come to a stop without brakes, announcing that it was she, Mary, or as her riding club calls her: The Virgin, and that she was there to set right what has gone wrong?
Did she whip out her U-lock, brandishing it menacingly in the air? Did the bandits, unsure of how to react to the miracle they were witnessing, foolishly attempt to knock her off her bike? Did she have to beat them down with the business end of her lock, their bloodied remains scurrying away to tell tales of this “U-lock justice”?
Or maybe the leader bandit, suspiciously at ease on a fixed-gear himself (Satan?), challenged Mary to a duel of wits and bike tricks. Did Mary’s one-legged 50 yard skid so shame the bandit leader that he rode away on a recumbent?
And did the traveler, now saved by this miracle that is Mary the Virgin, bow down to her in eternal gratitude only to be swept up in her strong arms and thrown prostrate to the ground? Was the last thing he heard before he woke up in tattered clothes with a sore pelvis and a dumb smile on his face: “Stay down little man, The Virgin likes to be on top!”
70 percent of Vauban’s families do not own cars, and 57 percent sold a car to move here. “When I had a car I was always tense. I’m much happier this way,” said Heidrun Walter, a media trainer and mother of two, as she walked verdant streets where the swish of bicycles and the chatter of wandering children drown out the occasional distant motor.
via Germany Imagines Suburbs Without Cars – NYTimes.com. (emphasis added)
Anybody who called some punk kid a “homo” in the 80s was buying Nirvana and Green Day CDs by the mid-90s, and was flexing his brand-new tribal arm band tattoo at Lollapalooza while pretending to like the same bands that the “homo” punk kid was listening to back in the 80s. Usually being called “gay” just means you’re ahead of the curve.
But seriously, the Bike Snob is referring to this radio skit where someone goes out and hunts cyclists pretty much because they are “gay.” Not only is the broad use of the term gay annoying, the very fact that people find it funny to hunt and kill anyone is disturbing and wrong. Those people are just sad.