Things I learned riding the 10th Avenue bike route today
What did I learn about cycling this morning? More than I thought.
There are a lot of cyclists in this city.
Most of you wear helmets, which makes you better people than me.
(I have no excuse for being horrible. My helmet's sitting on my kitchen table.)
People still rollerblade!
I am faster than a rollerblader on my bike, but only if said rollerblader is under 12 years old.
That being said, my bicycle does not like to go fast. Also, my tires have slow leaks and my brakes suck.
Riding a bike is just like riding a bike. Despite the fact that I have barely ridden in the last year, my body still knows how to do it.
That stretch between Ontario and Oak looks flat but it is not. Oh god, it's not.
There is pretty much no bike traffic west of Oak Street. At least not at 9:15 a.m.
People will look at you like you are crazy if you smoke a cigarette while riding your bike. However, they will invariably be wearing spandex shorts, so they look just as silly as you do.
Very few cyclists seem to understand how hand signals work. Even fewer use them correctly.
Being a cyclist is straight-up scary. When you're a pedestrian, you can pretty much ignore bicycles (unless they are on the sidewalk; cut that out, eh?) and vehicles (unless they are on the sidewalk, in which case you have a much bigger problem). When you're in a car, you are essentially invincible.
But cycling? You have to deal with pedestrians who jump out in front of you, cars cutting you off at every turn, and you have to deal with slightly insane cyclists who don't obey traffic signs. And can't signal.
It's fucking gorgeous out, go ride your bike.
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