Dear cyclists,
When I was seventeen working across town, I didn't have a driver's license or desire to get one and was happy peddling across to get to my job. One morning I got to work and nobody else showed up, so I went back home.
I remember approaching a crossing on a road. I don't remember if I stopped, looked briefly or just blazed right through.
What I do remember is waking up on the other side of the road three feet from my bike, my head pounding with a concussion that lasted two days, and my helmet shattered from the point of impact on the pavement.
If not for my helmet, I would absolutely have been killed.
Fucking wear them I have zero sympathy for any cyclist killed because he was too cool/uncomfortable/cheap for a helmet and brained himself on the road
And if you're going to occupy the road, you need to obey the same rules and basic self-preservation measures as cars, or you'll at best annoy everybody, or at worst become dead.
A cyclist who was well-known with commuters and even the police - multiple citations - for flying out into a particular roundabout finally ate it a few months ago. Traffic in his lane had stopped, and as usual he sped right out into the open. He never stopped or so much as glanced up for oncoming traffic.
A garbage truck doing 40mph directly struck him, destroyed his helmet and split his skull open, as well as devouring his bike and ruining his body.
He was dead before he hit the ground, where he left a smudge of where his fucking brain matter spilled out on the road for eight days after it had been scooped up.
I've cut off cyclists. I've faked out swerving to hit them. I look out for them in lanes where they should be, and they do for the most part behave themselves. But the few bad eggs are not only annoying and inconvenient, but dangerous, not just for themselves but for the motorists who have to put in the effort to not kill people.
Please be good,
- Sansha