Today was the type of ride I should take more often. Slow and easy. Riding along with my bud side by side on country roads where we saw way more cows and horses than we did cars and trucks. Just talking and enjoying the spectacular weather.
Month: February 2012 (Page 1 of 3)
My first ten years of biking ((1990-1999) were almost exclusively by myself and because there weren’t many people riding then in general, particularly in the early-mid 90’s, I got harassed a fair (read: unfair) amount.
After I started biking with my boyfriend, now husband Mark, that all changed. I actually was amazed how much it changed. I always knew I got harassed in part because I was female (partly too because cyclists were rare creatures then and drivers didn’t know what to make of us on the road), dressed in snug clothing-give me a break, usually riding alone. I didn’t realize how just true it was until I started riding with Mark.
And yes all those solo male cyclists were also wearing snug clothing, taking up space on the road that drivers felt entitled to. Interestingly, although not surprisingly, none of them had the kind of vulgar comments yelled at them that I had yelled at me.
The experiences of first riding alone and then with Mark were like night and day. It was and is rare that we get yelled at, passed too closely, and probably safe to say not one sexual slur. Not quite cycling utopia, but a welcome relief after all those years of that type of harassment and worse.
Fast forward to today: My first solo ride in quite a while on the road (not trails) without my biking buddy and nothing unpleasant until I was almost home.
The jerk that laid on his horn and passed me ever so closely didn’t take the joy I felt away but it did remind me of how things used to be. I should add that for the most part drivers here are very courteous and respectful towards us. We show them the same type of respect and courtesy by riding predictably and stopping at stops signs and red lights. Oklahoma law requires that drivers give a cyclist at least 3 feet of clearance when passing and in the last couple of years a good amount of signage reminding drivers of this law has helped.
The fact is many more people bike now than when I first started and with more cyclists on the roads the safer it is for all of us: drivers, cyclists and pedestrians.
Today was a beautiful day, and I enjoyed my 2 hour ride but I really missed my partner. It’s much more fun to share things like a bike ride with your best friend.
Hope you were able to get out and enjoy your bike. My fellow sister cyclists, have you experienced this type of harrassment?
Three of the big bicycling advocacy organizations have announced they will merge and become one big powerhouse advocacy group.
The Alliance for Biking & Walking, League of American Bicyclists and Bikes Belong were meeting in California when they came to this agreement. The decision to merge seems to have come about as a way to pool resources to become a singular, powerful voice to promote bicycling as a viable means of transportation and as recreation.
It makes sense to me that one united voice would be more effective, all three are great organizations. In these tough economic times and the current political climate we need the loudest, most powerful voice for cycling we can have.
Yesterday afternoon we headed out on our thirty mile route to the east because the wind was to switch to east-southeast and we always like to have the wind at our backs on the way back.
It was another nice day, winter beats summer in these parts by a long shot, at least this winter (and last summer).
We had a rider join us, Fred, he is a truck driver who rides a bike every chance he gets. In his case 4-5 times a week.
He has even modified his truck to make room for his bike. When it is raining he sets up the trainer in his truck and rides while he watches reruns of the Tour de France.
In other words Fred is one of us. He loves his bikes and loves riding and makes time for it whenever and however he can.
Fred was a nice guy and we enjoyed talking to him and riding with him for the two hours we were out there. Interestingly he doesn’t have a bike computer so has no idea how far he rides. I like that. I don’t do it myself, but I like that he cares more about the experience than he does the miles – and that appeals to me.
It was good to be reminded that it is the riding and not the miles that count.
Mark and Fred ahead of me on Westminster Rd.
A few pictures from my ride yesterday on Condor, my Jamis Aurora Elite. Rocket, the Scott, stayed home. It was a day for cruising not training.
