Southeast - I need a few good Share the Road stories
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Preferably from Atlanta area locals, but I'm not really too picky. :)
My boss wants to add some "colorful" but positive (if posible) Share the Road type stories to our quarterly newsletter. They can be from roadies or commuters. They can be a paragraph or half a page. No short novels please. ;)
Anyone have something they'd like to share with the rest of the world?
You can post them here or email them to me at email@example.com. If you email them to me, please put something like "STR story" as the subject. Makes it easier to separate it from the spam.
08-31-06, 11:31 AM
This isn't "nice" but it is funny:
I live in Brooklyn, and bike across the Brooklyn Bridge a lot. The bridge has one walkway that is shared by pedestrians and bikers. One half of the walkway is for pedestrians, and the other for bikers. However, pedestrians traffic tends to be heavier than bikers, and they tend to wander into the bike path a lot (I've had a lot of near accidents).
One day, as I was on the downhill side into Manhattan, there was a guy walking, purposefully, in the bike path. Because there were so many other people on the bridge, it was impossible to get around him. Finally, there was a break in the pedestrian traffic, and I was able to swing around him. As I passed, I told him "Stay on your own side."
He starts screaming and cursing at me, but I pay no mind and keep coasting down the bridge.
Then he runs ahead of me, so I am once again stuck behind him. He is yelling and cursing at me still.
So now I'm riding my brakes, trying not to hit him, and he's running as fast as he can, for the same reason. I did the only thing I could think to do, which was yell "Run, Forrest, Run!" (This did not make him happy)
Finally, there was another opening in the pedestrian traffic, and I went around him and put on some speed to get away from him, as he was STILL cursing me out... clearly the guy was not so stable...
I know that's not what you were looking for, but it's still one of my favorite stories. Gotta love NYC.
:lol: My office-mate and I thought it was funny. http://users.pandora.be/eforum/emoticons4u/fingers/fing02.gif
I live in Brooklyn, and bike across the Brooklyn Bridge a lot. The bridge has one walkway that is shared by pedestrians and bikers. One half of the walkway is for pedestrians, and the other for bikers. However, pedestrians traffic tends to be heavier than bikers, and they tend to wander into the bike path a lot.
Something similar happened to me this morning.
I was in the bike lane on a college campus and a female student wandered out of the dorm and started walking down the bike lane. This happens a few times a month. Anyway, there was a cyclist a few feet ahead of her and I was coming up behind her. BTW: there is a sidewalk about three feet to her right. As I pulled up behind her and then passed I said, "This isn't a sidewalk. It's a bike lane. The sidewalk is over there." And I pointed to the right. She just about jumped out of her skin. I guess she just woke up. :o
Ok, now let's get back to the STR stories. ;)
09-03-06, 03:49 PM
One morning while riding to work in a Southern capitol city,I was pulled over by a police officer and ordered to ride on the sidewalk. I protested, quoting state law on the situation, but the officer was unmoved and she threatened to call in other officers and make a big situation if I did not comply.
So I stepped off the road way and stood on the sidewalk. She left and I fumed, waiting for her to be gone. But I became mad. I decided I wanted her badge number. She was several blocks away by then, but I hopped on the bike and zipped along the sidewalk. I quickly caught up with her about 1/4 mile down the road (Shows how fast traffic wasn't moving). I called to her from the side of the road and asked her for her badge number. She refused to give it to me and rolled up her window. I got off my bike, pulled out some paper from my backpack and walked back to the point where I could get her license plate, then walked back to my bike. She finally got the light to make her left turn onto the freeway.
I pedaled the rest of the way to work (on the street of course) and called the police. Being a new arrival in the state, I first asked for clarification on just what the laws were. They patched me through to the Sargent of the Bicycle Patrol. I told him my situation and what the officer had said and done. He assured me that I had been in the right, and that in fact, only police officers are permitted to ride bicycles on the sidewalk within the city. He said he would see what he could find out and let me know.
About 20 minutes later he called back and told me that the officer in question had been reprimanded and informed of the law as it was, not as she imagined it to be. Hopefully, in the future, she will know to share the road with bicyclists.
09-03-06, 04:32 PM
I had a similar incident down in Miami. My BF and I were riding on the road, and there was one short section over a canal that we took the lane, because the road narrowed. Of course, there was a police car a few cars back, and she did the same thing. Told us that we had to get over to the sidewalk/bike path because the road was busy that day. The bike path is on the wrong side of the road, it's littered with glass, and is torn up in places from tree roots. We stuck to it for a little while, but after a few dicey crossings of driveways, went back to the road. A few miles later, we started seeing more and more cyclists on the road, heading towards that same area. Turns out the local MS150 ride was going on that day. I hate to imagine a thousand or so cyclists being directed onto that awful bike path.
09-24-06, 06:02 AM
Allright, heres my story - short but sweet. I live in Louisville Kentucky where you have enclaves of rednecks and enclaves of more informed folks. Anyway, I'm riding in one of the more redneck areas of town out of necessity when behind me a driver starts honking. Obviously he doesn't think I'm of sound mind since I'm on the road about 6 inches from the curb and not the glass and nail covered sidewalk. Maybe he thought this was in the 1960s when our bicycle laws required sidewalk riding. Don't know what he was thinking. So after his honking I look over my shoulder at him, decide he needs an education, wave at him and move my bike into the middle of the lane. More than likely he didn't learn anything, but ooooh, it felt so good.
09-25-06, 07:03 AM
Here is my only real Atlanta share the road story - 1-Uped by a local poodle.
I was in Atlanta for a conference and staying at my parent's house to save the company on hotel costs. After the conference at the Cobb Galleria center, I took off from my parents house and went riding around the Chastain Park area. I was over by Peachtree Battle, crossing it in fact. I do not recall the exact street, but I approached PB on a downhill, so I had a pretty big gear.
I crossed PB slowly, but not completely stopping, as there was no traffic. I then started up the hill after crossing PB. There was an older woman (65 maybe) walking her dog on the other side of the road. The hill was very steep (10% or higher for probably 60 ft). I didnt shift out of the big ring, as I was just going to push up the short hill. As I start to slowly grind up, the dog and older woman are more or less directly across the road from me. The dog takes off and runs right in front of me and the leash cord (one of those Flexi leashes) is probably 3 ft in front of my tire.
I hit the brakes and come to an immediate stop (thanks to the grade). I was out of my saddle and all of a sudden stopped with the leash nearly touching my front tire. I didnt have time to unclip as I was about to be clothes-lined by the leash. A split second later, I am still clipped in, lying flat on my back with my bike directly above me.
It was a combination of embarrasment and mild anger, but the poodle came up and said hello, wagging its tail. The lady asked if I was OK. I said I was and went off on my way.
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