Car: 1, Cyclist + Bike: 0
Yesterday morning on the way to an appointment a car surged out of an alley without fully checking for traffic (said car almost hit another car coming east along the same road I was headed west on) ... and plowed right into me.
Down goes bike, and rider. Rider has various cuts and bruises, a sore back, and road rash; sadly my mountain bike has a severely bent front wheel at the very least and possibly more damage. The bill is going to the driver or to his insurer.
Beyond having my morning interrupted with my bike on top of me and a car on top of my bike, a number of things disturb me about this incident:
- The driver insisted that he was blinded by sunlight, despite the fact that, at 9:15 am on October 5th, the sun was high in the sky, and the space I was cycling through was in full shade; the driver would not take me up on my challenge to climb back in his car and tell me honestly that he couldn’t see me 3 meters away;
- The driver was far more interested in escaping responsibility than ensuring that he didn’t hurt me, and more importantly, admitting his error, which is of course the first step in avoiding another;
- The driver seemed completely unaware of traffic around him – I witnessed him almost hit the eastbound car, pause momentarily, and then surge forward to follow the car he’d almost hit… only to slam right into me.
I’d seen the car almost hit the eastbound vehicle, right in front of me, and was myself attempting to get clear, but the driver in apparently blind zeal to get going just gunned his car after the eastbound car cleared his bumper, and ran right into me… not even stopping until my yelling finally woke him up.
The man claims to have 55 years of accident free driving. This may be so, but on Thursday I certainly did not witness an alert driver, and I will be reporting this fellow to police as a possible unsafe driver. Like it or not, there is a point in life after which our reflexes and driving abilities deteriorate. I’m not convinced this man gets it.
I was hit on a major east-west city bike route, one travelled by hundreds of cyclists every day – 37th avenue – and this driver lives three doors away.
Over the years I have learned that cycling in the city requires “aggressive defensive” tactics, and being vocal is one of the tools of the trade. I’ve no problem at all shouting ”HEY WATCH OUT” at the top of my voice, long before a problem asserts itself painfully. Sometimes drivers take this the wrong way and give me the finger or some banal and generally very rude commentary. I don’t care, as I figure even the rudest of drivers doesn’t actually want to hit a cyclist, no matter how much they may say to the contrary.
Sometimes I get in a little hot water for being so aggressive, but that’s the price of safety. Yesterday I can’t figure out if I was in too good a mood to don my loud warning demeanor, or if I just didn’t have enough time. Watching the driver almost hit the eastbound car definitely distracted me too – between attempting to dive my bike out of the way and taking in what was happening, it seemed like I didn’t get my warning out fast enough. Perhaps there just wasn’t time, a sobering thought even for this experienced cyclist.
Still, I’ll keep on yelling for safety. Countless times this has prevented serious mishap. If you hear a cyclist yelling a warning at your car-wrapped carcass, don’t get mad – smile and thank your lucky stars that the rider, and the bike, aren’t under your front tires.